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Oct 2015
What happens to deleted poems?
Do they go to the same place as aborted children?
Somewhere between heaven and hell.
A purgatory perpetuated by the misery of doubting one's self.
Maybe they condense into clouds like vapor into rain,
only to eventually fall back down upon our heads again.
In the pained expression you wear on your face,
I can read nearly a thousand words unsaid.
Just say them.
Written by
JDK  33/M/U.S.
       medha, Moelle Alme, Poetria, B, Nikki and 13 others
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