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Where are the men who can write “I will slip into your conversation without you knowing…”
I can slip into your mind without leaving my tracks”
There are many poets on this site but can they actually speak those words outloud?
She stands next to the roaring, crashing waters as they pour over the edge into abyss. Her tears fall down her pale, soft skin. You would not have known she was crying, she found ut a long time ago, not to make a sound because no one heard nor cared anyway. So, her chest heaved with each silent gasp of pain as she silently cried.
Her hands grasped the wrought iron fence that kept her safe from herself.
Her auburn hair fell forward so no one could see her anguished features.
Her shoulders tightly wound from holding it all in.
Finally..
unable to bear this weight, she lifted her head and opened her mouth. Weiterlesen »
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