can i call you back later

there are no more's

tomorrows

todays

andriods crying

 

left the river

all of it

 

each current

you

 

because, if crawfish

could count

 

i

would teach them

your

 

 

 

your

 

phone number....

 

 

and you still wouldn't answer

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~ i deal with this excruciating silence and have been dealing with it since quite some time now... ~ silence is violence, imho... it's rage... that camouflages its redness with the apparent absence of words... but it's an assault... a brutal attack... but who attacks ?... the one who is in pain... ~ the one who doesn't attack is the one who is in less pain than the one who attacks... i know so because i used to be very attacking... ~ the one who attacks doesn't know that every human being has human rights and human rights must be respected... ~ treating someone with contempt and disdain is about not respecting a person's human rights... ~ people who are not at peace inside lash out at others... they don't realize what they're doing... not in the beginning... but over time, they learn... ~ we must never forget the kindness in our hearts... and we must help those who have forgotten... we must remind them that life is beautiful enough for us to remember to be kind... no matter what... ~ this is a beautiful piece of poetry... i'm in tears... i relate to it so much... thank you for sharing this piece with your readers...