Wednesday, May 22, 2019

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Oh the urge to write....
with the falling of night.
the words I need to say are unspoken ones
who's weight is measured in tons.
words hissed
and missed
a silent lump in my throat
a tattered note in my coat
no one hears
my fears
the chain
in my brain
it's made of pain.

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