non-verbal communication. non-written non-spoken. worn on the lines under my eyes. worn in my silence. i built up a wall to shield myself from you. i put the thoughts, the frustrations, the anger, the sadness, the hope. into a plastic bag to recycle and reuse. not sure at which point the most important things. became the least talked about. but priorities mount against cleansing moments. and we all just shift into neutral i guess.
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