there remains no word to bespoken
there's no use to try to cry out or unburden
trapped inside like a captive like a slave
the body and soul gradually turning into a grave
sometimes voices better go dead
sometimes things are better be left unsaid.
Anyone Else Have This Problem? (Limerick)
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Ev’ry day, I attempt to learn words.But my tries are, alas, for the
birds,Cuz each word I accrueMakes my aging brain spewAt least two, thrust
aside much li...
3 days ago
1 comments:
I agree with you 100%
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