Thoughts chase through my head,
They bubble up my throat,
Scratching to get free.
I speak in mute voice:
Words slipping away,
Like water in my hands.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
Thoughts chase through my head,
They bubble up my throat,
Scratching to get free.
I speak in mute voice:
Words slipping away,
Like water in my hands.
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