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Friends say,
"Let desires roam unclaimed through the mists
of uncertainty",
but is it not better
to let our tongues,
quick and careless,
salivate the truth?
For I fear the untraveled mind
and the anchors
of passion
more than the sting of silence.

Cornerstone of effusiveness

Evasive
I gasp at fragments
but effusive praise
I speak to the chill
that invades the previously uncounted
cracks
in my insulation.
Shouldn't we talk this out?