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A Poem by Emily B
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still growing

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the words I didn’t hear

when I talked to you

today

 

would have gone a long way

toward easing

this aching heart

© 2012 Emily B


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. oh, emily ... you are just so amazingly beautiful ... what can i say ? ... eben doesn't know those words either ... but he screams them ... (have to share yesterday's update with you later) ... their silence is so expressive that we get silenced ... i couldn't forget these words even if i tried for centuries ... beautiful, just beautiful ...

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very nice indeed! good job

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we all miss that beat, sometimes more often than not...but then, the words not spoken are also part of the conversation...this one is as tightly wound as words can be

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Brilliant, my friend.

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. oh, emily ... you are just so amazingly beautiful ... what can i say ? ... eben doesn't know those words either ... but he screams them ... (have to share yesterday's update with you later) ... their silence is so expressive that we get silenced ... i couldn't forget these words even if i tried for centuries ... beautiful, just beautiful ...

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it's amazing how much is missed by what is not said...and what can be inferred by what is...beautiful, as always

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you said a lot in these few words. what is left unsaid often makes a point that words would only confuse.

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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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