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NO KIND WORDS









He might as well whisper
His voice holds no weight
Words diminish when spoken
Disintegrate and separate
Reduce to ash, hang in the air
Then fall,
So it's as if he never spoke at all.
Posted by ISTO on Sunday, October 28, 2012
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I want to see a sky as beautiful as this.

Sunday, October 28, 2012 9:44:00 pm

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