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Solid Words

My surrender comes with ravenous rapture

seemingly solid words

cocooned cacophony

seeping through the silky layers

muffled in attempted silence

ghostland graciousness

gifted upon the fertile ground

absorbing the impact of clarity

and tiptoeing upon muddied misinterpretations.

In this silence I still feel a beautiful morning

the way light breaks upon my skin

as a reminder that even these shadows deserve a voice

deserving to be met with the rise of the sun

and the fall of my armor

mirrored reflections in synchronicity

in silence

and I will meet you here

as gentle and firm as the breaking of dawn.

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