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681 · Jan 2018
Unspoken
Purnima Jan 2018
You were a rose,
I was a tentacle
The way you changed me
Had been so magical

You are bleeding and
I can feel the pain in my heart
But to tell you what it is,
Is the hardest part

I was a desert and
You came like a rain
You gave me shade
And healed my pain

I want to but
I won't ask you to stay forever
Cuz I know that
Some words are best said never.
Few words are best unspoken.

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