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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

No words

What are words when one has nothing to say
When feelings are beyond feeling
And words are beyond words
When a cut is a cut
A flesh wound, a fresh wound, an old wound
A blister, a sore, a canker
When a sorrow is a sorrow and an unmended fence
A hole where your dreams once lived and have long-since left
Nothing but a hole
And there are no words for that.

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