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May 2017
i no longer have
much of a taste for those
unspoken words,
waiting, they turn sour
in your mouth
stagnant with captivity
until hesitation turns to dormancy
and the feelings go away
do you even remember the words you didn't say?
if so,
i'm sorry,
for how they must
rot.
Written by
charlotte hope  17/F/USA
(17/F/USA)   
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   Benji James and lavendersky
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