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calm

You’re blowing up
into a million pieces
to be scattered like seeds
all across the city
where bad asses scream
and wish for a semblance
of calm.

Journalists watch
and scrawl out stories
but no one cares;
no one dares.

I’ve a mind
to whisper dreams
and hum tunes …

It’s still there
on the tip of my tongue
that thing you said
only
I can’t ever
remember it.

– matt at shadow of iris

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