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Krizel Grace Nov 2020
Unneeded words we kept on uttering
Whilst needed words we left unsung
A world brimming with unsaid kind words
Until when will they spill through our callous mouths?




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TheMystiqueTrail Sep 2018
Thoughts descend
in neon whites of infinity
to hit the keyboard as an avalanche of words
to leave thumb-prints of ingenuity.

Words become cadaverous,
impotent to birth them.
They leave stillborns
with pale yellow shadows!

An eerie pain numbs my senses.
I suffocate.
O, had I become the unuttered word!

— The End —