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Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
 Jul 2019 Eves Affliction
Shabnam
Real flowers have real fragrance
Artificial ones only appear beautiful.
In this world of artificiality,
authenticity still holds it's value.
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