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Aug 2015
Mind overflowing into Mouth.
Mouth restraining Thoughts
as a dam withholds a raging river.
Thoughts creeping,
seeping through Fingertips--
unacknowledged,
as a solitary droplet of water
from the river is not missed--
onto eager, empty Paper.

All the while, Ears wonder wistfully
why they must ring in
silent


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...of Words she hasn't the Heart
to Speak
Written by
eliza soleil
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