~unsaid~

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All the words
I left unsaid
Scramble around
In my head
Searching
For a place to be heard
But nowhere
Is found
So the words
Remain
In a void of black
Never getting said
But instead
Scribbled
On paper
In a beautiful
Mess
-thatpoetfriend

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