Bitterness
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Eric Cockrell
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your tears uncried
shout at me from
across the room...
or from across
the great divide.
i cant turn back the seasons...
cant keep the leaves
from turning... or
you hair...
were the cries in the night
the birth of a new cosmos,
or just lies written
with invisible ink?
you open your mouth
and cobwebs fall....
the reflection of fire
doesnt warm the room;
the sound of the whispers
haunts my dreams.
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