sylvia

I still remember that recording

the dark undertones of deep

decrepit death and disillusion.

Every now and then 

it encompasses emotions 

endured enraged inescapable.

I remembered you once more
and I see we are akin
You and I share that voice.

As it was so, I traced your words on my tip
As if I've always known Braille
Eyes shut as I spoke upon your lips.

I am in love now
But you won't ever know that.
Your past is mine.
Your tone was my own.
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