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Talia R.

Hidden

I’m sorry, my mouth is dry as stone
          weathered under
the weight of my emotions

We sit,
        a thousand years of unforgiving time
        and a hundred cold miles
between our nearly touching knees

You know, your smooth skin is lined beneath the surface
         Do you know, I have no words to ease your mind?
                 You know, you have tears frozen underneath your eyes
                             Do you know, the disbelief is also mine?

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]