Small face christened by quiet tears,
I am going to deny them until you see it for yourself,
until you beg me to tell the truth.
Mouth shut, tight-lipped.
you are going to have to drag it out of me.
If I could clutch the words in my fingers,
white-knuckled, I would.
Bluish green looking right through it all.
A graceless ribcage housing the
heart with wings,
I'm going to clip them.
Guarding the weighted core.
I'm just going to be soundless.
I am not going to reveal too much.
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