I write your name in the dust
and like you, it leaves me
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my voice had become so shrivelled from all the silence
that my tongue forgot how to speak
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my mouth thirsts for the words to be let out
it rejects everything that refuses to make a soulful sound
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YOU ARE READING
The Spiral
PoetryA deep dive into thoughts about the universe, life, emotions and more, down an endless poetic(and sometimes not poetic) spiral. We follow various characters.
