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There are words no one knows, In my heart, too deep to hold. They trace themselves on ivory cords Round and round my throat. My tongue cannot find them though they are near their form And they choke-- --their twisting fates arise through unknown doors. Leading back down to the bitter depths with unspoken sorrows. Their retreat bleeds deeply into the fount Passions stream and fears rebound Rousing troubled hearts awake Only to fall again at the break. At the end, the troubles silence Untouched by trembles, untouched by rite The dregs bind up the yearnings rise And I walk on, Undone by time.
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Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
Unspoken
There are words no one knows, In my heart, too deep to hold. They trace themselves on ivory cords Round and round my throat. My tongue cannot find them though they are near their form And they choke-- --their twisting fates arise through unknown doors. Leading back down to the bitter depths with unspoken sorrows. Their retreat bleeds deeply into the fount Passions stream and fears rebound Rousing troubled hearts awake Only to fall again at the break. At the end, the troubles silence Untouched by trembles, untouched by rite The dregs bind up the yearnings rise And I walk on, Undone by time.
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dejuan-davis
American
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
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