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Feb 2021
Biting my tongue,
So the words don't slip out
The taste of copper,
Sharp in my mouth.
"Penny for your thoughts"
so the saying goes,
but they could never afford
the words I've burried below.
Sentenced to silence,
laid to rest in an unmarked grave,
as I'm slowly murdered
by the things I don't say...
Written by
Jayme
87
   Imran Islam
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