Searching for myself in other people's words
Hidden between punctuation and prose
My hands can't possibly articulate the way that my soul operates
The way that those letters and inflection hit me
Bust my heart open
and make me understand the parts of myself
where light dares not descend
I look for that perfect mirror
To rationalize the irrational
The fears and dreams that have been forgotten
Brushed aside to make way for the expected
But never expecting the truth that is hidden
Between the black and the white.
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