Unspoken Sight

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I see the unseen,
But I can not speak,
Of such things,
My lips shiver and quake,
So I shut my eyes to forget,
But I remember when I wake,
Everything and every torment,
Though my dreams are beautiful and bright,
My house is full of secrets and unspoken sight.

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