Behind Closed Lips

There, the music

absorbing into my frame

and it’s starting to swell


It’s  there

there, on the tip of my tongue

and it’s starting to spill


There’s a weight

in the accuracy of the fantasy

and it’s starting to multiply


There, now magnified

the secrets echoed behind closed lips

and it’s starting to materialize


There, compressing my lungs

a twenty years weight


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