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Her lungs
were collapsing
from the
growing pressure
of all the words
she wasn't saying.
The silence
was suffocating.

~John Mark Green
Is it love you want,
or merely
an anesthetic
to numb the pain?

~John Mark Green.
We turn to poetry
to heal old wounds
and dream of
better tomorrows.
~A John Mark Green poem
All rights go to John Mark Green.

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