I want to write.
To be heard.
To be able to whisper in your mind.
In that sort of uncontollable way we hear everybody.
Not that loud, racous verbage.
The coarse insults snuggled in slandery.
Simple.
Simply Scandalous.
But to be heard the same way snakes snuggle through blades of grass.
Tickles of tiny waves.
That misty sound of just quite not being there.
But still solemnly tanglible.
It's sort of a stubborn kind of solemnity, don't you think?
It's a strict policy.
I don't think.















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