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Words.
Such power they possess,
for being merely a blend of letters,
that own an agreed-upon meaning.
There are words,
that never get to see the light of day.
They are stuck in the back of your throat,
as a lump of meaninglessness.
There are words, I have written.
In ink and in pencil.
In black and in blue.
There are verses, I have crafted,
meticulously.
On the last pages of my notebooks,
that nobody has ever
laid eyes on.
There are so many sentences,
unsaid, unheard.
So many feelings.
Unfelt.
Words that are trapped,
in a cage of futility.
Surrounded by apalling iniquity.
And some words are lost.
Some verses lay unwritten.
Effaced from the face of paper,
and astray in the dark depths of my brain.
These unwritten, unsaid, unheard,
unfelt, unlived, unworded words.
They are grey.
Perhaps grey is a solution
of all these words put together!
And this grey solution,
of these unspoken words,
is what flows through my veins.
~Sia ❤️
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