I fell into whispers
Soft verbal blisters
Do you feel nothing
when the touch is poisoned and hot?
A fever of old friends
Became my bookends
On many a moon glare
I lost them one by one
So I am barren and confused
I fell victim to the faithful and misused
I can't conjoin all I once knew
I fell and I forget
The sound of their whispers
Do you feel nothing
when you're choking on purest thought?
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