Hand in hand
we walk alone
whispering,
into each other’s ears
something,
that none of us can hear
hesitating,
to say what we must
holding,
the struggling outburst.

 
Cuz’ we’re
worrying,
about what’s useless
unwilling,
to match our steps
expecting
what we shouldn’t
assuming
that we couldn’t.
 

 

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