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Oct 2014
You use your big words
Filling the cathedral of your mouth
And little else
No one's listening

Brass lips making brass sounds
Words of importance
That will take significance tomorrow
If tomorrow ever comes

Filling your brass heart
With words spoken in a tongue you can't quite grasp
Filling the empty with nothings and forevers
It doesn't mean ****

You speak your words
For no one but yourself
Find love in others tomorrow
But tomorrow never came
Written by
Phoebe Caitlin  England
(England)   
380
   Modern Serenity, AFJ and Erenn
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