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Tuesday, November 2, 2010ExistingWords don’t form The tongue Twists Natural expressions unsung A knotted throat Holds me silent While the violent Scream subsides Into a far away cry Human norm To cool and ice the skin Only a needle prick Makes me feel a little bit Warm This blissful abyss Not only hides the pain but swallows whole... Sign in to see full entry. |