#71 - I can't speak the truth

Yet I am in love.

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I can't speak the truth
For every word is a lie.

I try
to grab the light.
Excited like a child, I peek
But it's only dust I find
on my palms. A sun

burning within.
With hope I try:
but it's only words I find
on my lips

Yet I burn of aliveness at the slightest touch of the fire.
Your hand. Our souls. Hunger.
We know it by heart,