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Apr 2016
words
they dance and spin
behind eyes
and closed lips
on bitten tongue
all through the head
so plainly seen
but never said
so;
       why do they hold back?
why do they hide?
when they're needed
before our time
is gone and over
from the unspoken words
ones that only now
have i heard
Written by
nicoarty  somewhere
(somewhere)   
291
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