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Jun 2012
Oh words, for which I am so incapable of saying,
Trapped beneath my chest, should they a’praying,
For if they indeed spill, must one then clean,
The words of treachery hath never been seen.

Oh dearest words, then just live inside my heart,
Never to see the light and never grow apart.
From the garish of day to the luminous night,
Always speak the wrong and never the right.

The tension in the vessels of which they brood,
From the outside truth aren’t they seclude.
And to intake a breath of air can you truly feel,
The weight of the air and that it is real...
A poem on the impossibleness of saying some words.
Jay M Wong
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