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Mar 2021
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in one hundred silent ways
I looked at you, pain tore me in two
and darkened all my days
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in two hundred silent ways
without a clue, what could I do
my clouded heart dismays
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in three hundred silent ways
saw me through, my feelings spew
my dear you must appraise
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in four hundred silent ways
I'm still here too, my soul now blue
lift the fogginess and haze
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
In five hundred silent ways
what can we two, once stuck like glue
have hope our fear allays
Mr E Writer
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Mr E Writer  50/M/London
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