Sleepovers

Voices speak loudest when they say nothing.

Eyes blink, Corneas dry-rotted,

Starving for a moment of silence,

A trace of affection.

Hearts all beat, but not the same,

Quarrel like friends from rival gangs.

The sun comes out,

The spotlight dies.

Resting in the vanity of hurried eyes.

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