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We seem to gain powers when we're together.
Powers of love, of happiness.
Powers of never letting the child inside die.
We may turn a high street store into our home
And talk personally about our feelings on its floor.
Or about the foods lying forgotten under its shelves.
The shop, the town, even the world
All become a place of play to us,
A place constantly adapted to fit our mood,
We marvel at the beauty of sparks from a train in the rain,
Or display the passion we feel for Marks & Spencers chocolate mini rolls.
Our laws become our own,
Our norms our own,
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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