I don’t say a word
because I have blood
channeled to guts
Your words these days
churn within
like choppy waters
tossing me about
in a sea of trance
where trails of reverie
turned purple and white
as I would have liked
Your confession
came as a life-vest
Luckily it did
if not I would have
long drowned
in rumination
without
screaming for help
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Beautiful post.
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Thank you:)
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