So far
i know we are not guilty
but small and held together
as if buried under war rubble
i know we are not weak
but sore from failing to move time
time as hard as the sky
that will never adjust no matter
how we grow
i know these are not tears
that dry up others' mouths
but that wear down the mortar
masks we wince behind
i know we do not die
but pass from one hand to another
and our hearts do not break
but dream of air we have not tasted
and have been told is impossible to breathe.
aug 24, 2011
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