Sometimes she speaks
Others...
Don't listen to her
How she doesn't know
What she says
Before...
She thought
They could hear
Her thoughts
filled with speech a-
loud voice
You could tell...
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“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Back to wood decks, quarter-size spiders, webs, moss and creatures stirring in the hollow nights Back to no side-walks and skirting into th...
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