Were they toxic?
Deadly nightshade?
Silence from uncertainty,
a hemlock drop of the ear
Stars sing silence,
their intentions quite clear
If they were to dissolve
—sparks and astral dust—
only you’d hear their rain,
your upturned palms capturing
…the every…the all…of my thoughts...
and the way my lips shape your name
E.A. O'Connell
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