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[eyealtering]

my words barely scratch the surface of my emotions,
the ticking and breathing of my heart.
my mouth is afraid to formulate statements
and place sentiments in pretty patterns
lest i fall and cannot get back up, again
but i want to speak, i want to shout my
everything to an ear that can accept it--
i am afraid of how i will sound;
how my heart joins the dots and wants to
exclaim "yes!, yes! yes!"
i whisper to you when you can't hear
my breath catch and tremble under
your touch
i tell you how you move me,
make me whole and hardy and
capable of, worthy of
.evol