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21.2.11

unspoken


it is when a bird does flutter and all is lost behind the clutter
of words we spoke
and thoughts we tossed
the sea of doubt
the comfort of loss
behind the glow of safety we play
like children pretending when lost in a day
but i saw what you didn't want to say
and its clinched in my hand
released when i lay
  ~michelle
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I'm younger than that now."(bob dylan)- "I have tried in my way to be free"(leonard cohen)... knowing these words to my very core.- learning-exploring-learning-exploring-slowly moving and watching and experiencing all fully and within the ritual, catching my reflection as a little girl...