Silence is unfaithful
Fleeing when needed most
Every ring of the phone
Leaves me feeling alone
Is today the day
With words too fragile
Did it hurt
A body going inert
Where do screams migrate
When flesh goes cold
-Thomas Typewriter
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“A Grammar” by Thomas Typewriter – a new poem
poetryA small voice struggles
To say words of old
There is much to say
In languages of yesterdays
A grammar of coincidence
A small voice rumbles
To shout words gone cold
Moments make letters
Like snowflakes in winter
A grammar of incidents
-Thomas Typewriter
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