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Jan 2022
Aching,
empty.
Restless
but not
in motion.
Words
blocked
like a
******'s dam.
Leaking through
the cracks
waiting for
the flood.
1/18/2022
Words always in my mind
but never my mouth.
They're crumbling away at my touch.
Written by
Grey
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