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"When eyes meet
But no words speak
Tears weep where memories meet
Souls converse in weighted breathes
The heart pounds, and throbs and sobs
Words could never dare
Would never hope to compare
to the message encapsulated by a sincere glance or deep stare
Songs, cries, speeches and sonnets conveyed without a lips part
Blinks sync
and pupils dilate
Muting time
But opening truth
No room
No room for excess
So much from so little

- Me - A reflection on Marina Abromavic (via nagchampanchucks)