lifetime raze it takes time to unwind, she said. our bodies are poems, even_when they're silent. (especially when they're silent.) when you cannot speak a sonnet, the soft curve of your smile breaks the line etched into your eyes. i hope i die before the dew has had a chance to dry on the last leaf that holds all the words this life has warranted. 260225 what's it to you? who go blather from