Attractively smooth,
You're so shiny.
Yet you're slippery
I came close and I fell,
So hard I broke my shell.
Now, bare in your front I stand
With hope that you'd take my hand,
It's a shame you laugh in my face
and I wish the ground I stand on was sinking sand.
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The Voice of My Silence
PuisiThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
