I wish
Badly, sadly, madly
For them to
see my mind,
Where there are wounds
that don't bleed
but Hurt.
Equally as
our classic
real illness.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
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I wish
Badly, sadly, madly
For them to
see my mind,
Where there are wounds
that don't bleed
but Hurt.
Equally as
our classic
real illness.
