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questions

my glassy blue eyes fall into a surrender to yours
i fall bankrupt of thoughts, wondering of your thoughts
hoping, urging, for your firm and gentle voice
to dance over the silence

you look at me with those question eyes,
as if you are scared, my hands rub your back
to calm you in your silent questioning

i take a deep breath
still awaiting words
the echo still dances through the pools of your eyes
i don't know what to think or believe
yet your smile and laugh
still calm me

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