
Words Spoken
Sometimes it isn’t the words spoken, but the thoughts left unsaid. The silence in between the noise, that resonates in my head. The quiet beside...
Sometimes it isn’t the words spoken, but the thoughts left unsaid. The silence in between the noise, that resonates in my head. The quiet beside...
Sulfur Boils twisting tangling trap slowly swiveling save raveling rhyming reach quixotically quibbling quagmire pulsing probing procession otherworldly oppressing oratory nuanced nervous niggling mobious moving...
Edison Pool Words are but slivers, that poke and prod, feelings to rise, from distant surfaces, where they dwell, in unseen pools of memories, stored...
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