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Aug 2013
There are words that can’t be said
or written or even thought;
they dwindle through my veins
as if under the influence
of a special kind of insulin
spewed from my heart when
the words are all too much and
my life depends on tucking them away,
rearranging them so that they
leave my soul undead -
these words must stay unsaid.
ANH
Written by
ANH  England
(England)   
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