Sorrow stripped
you came in
you said
you carried that face
unbearably
under the masks
fingertipped
blind hand touched
their rims
cold
you came in
you said
you took off the coat
unbearably
unbuttoned
it was hanging
you stood there
she asked
you came in
you said
you had that
you carried your face
you masked
its rims
you came in
you said
unbearably
she
word blind
colour mute
unbuttoned
you came in
you said
fingertipped
masked
unbearably
' I'm no longer yours
and I think I've never been'
unbuttonedly
she cried
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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