where there is silence
there is a thought unsaid which is slightly less compelling
than the the silvery sweet canopy of rest
which is the quiet of two dormant lips.
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- Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. -Sylvia Plath
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