silent cries
boneless fights
wide awake at midnight
alone in finding light
only with the broken lamp
together with a scattered soul
screaming with a big lump
guess no one could hear her scowl.
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Unspoken Arts
PoetryMy files of poems. Unspoken. Hidden. Words I (or even you) can't speak out. I'll just leave it here. Copyright 2018
