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The impossible,
Improbable.
For me to remain silent.
Words gush out,
Circle my mind.
Frantic,
Clawing.
So much I want to say.
It spills through my head
Conversations we are not having,
I choke as my throat constricts,
Can’t see
My eyes fill.
And the words
Tumble into the void
Of your cold,
Cold silence.

© Juliette Turrell

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