inherent in your speech is disbelief
weight like anchors under syllables
dropped like hints
but still, disputable
only out of sincerity
to remain flush
ruddiness compels you
I'll never know
could haunt you
the specter of missing words
ghost of the unspoken
hung like motes
(hidden clover)
came ever closer
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