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Spoken

Shhh... Do you hear it?
The sound of breaking,
Making pieces for the taking,
As it drops to the floor.

Quiet! Can you feel it?
Feel the color drain from the face
As the words spill in to replace.

Love walks out the door,
And with it goes sanity.
Tears, words, hurt, repeat.

Fool! Can't you see it?
Stiches cannot sew the wound,
Diction cannot heal the pain,
And trust cannot restore so easily.

Time will have to fight for you.





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