Because You Are A Fire Alarm
when you make a sound, my pulse
races, taking the feet with it.
races, taking the feet with it.
Everything rushes to flush
my mind. I try to slow
my lips, hoping you will
slow down too. But now
I know - you only want
others' absence.
In life's monotone
you only tread softly
the line of caution.
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