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are there enough empty words
to say that I am sorry.
enough sunsets
to kiss away the sky
and wake up whole again
are there enough cuts
to take this ache away
enough drops of shallow geburah
to make the poison truths less all
does it matter?
if this is not what I wanted
Abraxas.
shatter my dreams.
does it matter?
if I scream.
are there enough unheard words
to say that I love you
enough sunrises
to wake to your face
and feel complete.
are there enough pills
to rip the way I feel
like white from bone
enough moments
like forever falling
until it is all ok?