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he could not talk
he
could not
talk like
he wanted,
he could
not tell
her
the things
he wanted
to say,
he wished
to confess
the
innermost
secrets,
desires,
dreams,
all brought
to life
since
he first
met her.
could not
talk like
he wanted,
he could
not tell
her
the things
he wanted
to say,
he wished
to confess
the
innermost
secrets,
desires,
dreams,
all brought
to life
since
he first
met her.
Published 2nd Feb 2024
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2nd Feb 2024 12:05pm
Let no fear rest upon the shy.
For actions speak to the wanton eye.
A lovely poem my friend.
For actions speak to the wanton eye.
A lovely poem my friend.
2nd Feb 2024 12:36pm
Anonymous
5th Feb 2024 3:39pm
When the mouth fails, there's always poetry.
5th Feb 2024 5:45pm
7th Feb 2024 5:49am
Poetry, like dust, seems to often find its own cracks of entry and then its own voice. Most enjoyed Wolf. Namyh
7th Feb 2024 5:56am
