(written March 2023)
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Unspoken words are heavy
suffocating.
I cannot breathe.
Each cavity of my heart bleeds.
Drowning
in this crimson tide of messages unsent.
I lament with regret
as I ride waves of unspilled ink.
And I ask myself,
is it worth the risk
to deliver and implore
and pour my soul out in your presence?
Or will I be met with ambivalence?
Unspoken words regurge and replay in my mind.
It is time to set them free.
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“as I ride waves of unspilled ink”🌊🖋️❤️
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Thank you so much Melissa 💙🙏
Happy Easter to you and yours.🐣🐣
Maggie 💙
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I ride waves of unspilled ink….a very special line
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Thank you 🙏
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