The Words I Cannot Say

Dyeing there each day,

strangled in their way,

existing in their own,

please, to find a home.

There upon your lips,

and back...

My heart is silent.

Falling useless,

falling quick.

A word,

unheard,

is dead.

A thought,

unheard,

lives...

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