A stoic silence hangs between words,
like droplets of grievances, smudging the
uttered syllables,
A muggy stare and a half-baked smile,
hinges half-halfheartedly to hide the wintry
heart.
We stand still,
undeciphered
unvanquished
under the weight of time.
In the end,
only a slow deep breath
rescues us,
As another moment loses its meaning.
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