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May 2018
I have something to say
but my thoughts scatter
like crisp dead leaves
abandoned by their trees
obscure as ominous clouds
concealing the sun
my wounds bleeding all over time
but these pages remain starkly White
as Iā€™m choking on a mouthful
my mind ruminates
on every last tormenting word
that continues to remain
Unexpressed
5/21/18
Melissa Rose
Written by
Melissa Rose  48/F/Canada
(48/F/Canada)   
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