Let Me Show You Our Ghosts

Show me the words at the tips of your fingers, that
What they say finally vocalizes the breadth of your silence.

Show me the meaning of all the useless things we said
When we were still young and time was yet to be thought.

Let me show you our ghosts and how peaceful they rest.

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