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about Ben Harding's Voice by Nancy Bowen. (You can google image it- it is the first one)
we stood in the quiet air and waited for the gray words to seep into our hearts, chaos in a still place. The quiet was full and the color was loud. Red. Word vomit, but no words. This geometry danced the walls, this puddle of space meant to be safety. Red memories for this geometry, a sharpness we could not put a word to. we stood to wait for the quiet air and sharp geometrics to carry these gray words, to slice deep into our tissues, our veins, to pour them in. We stood in the quiet air and waited, chaos in a still place, plastered to the walls and gray story, for the words to seep and the sharp to stifle.
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