Aloud

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Swollen tired  sleepy eyes, and muttering words refrained. 

Snow quiet bones crack, and shallow breath.

Harbors the hammering heavy aching heart, and weary distance fingers

Break, you've got lost broke words.

Just on the ridge of wanderlust's lips. 

Crestfallen waiting in the want, to be aloud. 

Authors Notes: Hello Again~ Happy belated Halloween. Thank you all again for reading my poetry, and etc. I hope you have a good day. Fellow writers, and readers~ 

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