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Mar 2018
Some of us have waited our entire lives to hear words some of us hear everyday.
Words coveted by some while others whisper them insipidly to calloused ears.
And while I ***** out the life of the firefly that’s been inching slowly towards my lips.
In between what is said but not meant and what is meant but not said.
There are no words that could save me now.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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