Unsaid

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Soon it won’t matter anyway
All this work will seem like play
Misery is here and means to stay
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While each individual dream turns gray
I find the music of the donkey’s bray
Is the tune that has carried me through the day
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Pawn bishop queen knight or silly rook gay
King’s fate changes with the pieces we play
Equal the change with words we will not say
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Bear…02.02.2014
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2 comments on “Unsaid

  1. Deborah says:

    I look forward to the day when you can get back in touch with the parts of you that you long to express again. 🙂

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