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She wears armor
In the shape of silence
Words too sharp
Cannot
~ must not be heard
Each syllable a weapon
Chipping away
At what’s left
Of walls no longer tall enough
Inside she needs the cold
To survive the heat
Too many feels
Each burning hotter than the last

I want to reach out
Try and heal
But right now
My fingers are acid
I want to
~ need to be there for her
But my love for her
Is stronger than my need
So I’ll sit still
Quiet
Until her armor
Made from silence
Gets her through her dark
Back into my dark
Where I’ll hold her safe

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