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Your healing
I hear the things that go unsaid
that slip between the words,
the spaces where you think perhaps
your silence goes unheard.
I hear the things your voice betrays
that crack when horror speaks,
the cough you make you think perhaps
belies you've dived too deep.
I see the things you can't relate
that dead look in your eye,
the moments when you think perhaps
...Friday 28th June 2024 6:58 am
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