young.outspoken. more impetuous.
that could have been the
diagnosis.
but my pain is old.perhaps as old
as yours.
how then is yours so silent
even as mine
shrieks,scratches,scuffles?
i wish you would teach me how to
calm it down.
but i can see.in your eyes.
you have followed your pain.
into a silence whose ignominy
is second only
to the disgrace of my words.
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