Dïaspora
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JUST ENOUGH

KIRA SANTALOVA

the burden in my chest,
when I speak my other half...
it wears me down —
I cannot rest,
but I can't live without it.
the wings I get,
when I speak the tongue of songs...
the longing feeling brings me back,
to the place
where I belonged.
the weight I lose,
when both my voices join in tune...
the chains around me loosen up,
the best of both
is just enough
to bring about what's inside.