we feel the same flutters and attacks
we read our thoughts like braille
we see the quarrels and quirks and smells
of everyone
we are a self contained world
even when I sit on the wooden bench
in the corridor
muted
waiting
suffocating on your air
drowning in our air
Again, Heidi, such unique and powerful images in so few words."we read our thoughts like braille". Just continue to write and write.May your work get to many people who can share in its beauty.
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