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Untold Poetry (Within The Hidden Pages)
PoetryThey got stuck in my throat. They clung in my tongue's tip. They kept me awake at night. They are unheard, undiscussed. Do you know what they are? They are the unsaid words of untold poetry.
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Darling.-AerisScarlet