BlabberA Poem by Pen Draggin'Sometimes, I am unable to discern if my thoughts have been spoken aloud. If while standing about crushed mumblings have left my mouth. Inside where words reverberate off walls I am all too aware of the syllables and sounds that are not there. The multitude of words that build in my brain are so easily irrationally blurted, yet censoring myself is essential. For your sake. So I let the silence unease me as my torrent of words do you. © 2009 Pen Draggin'Featured Review
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2 Reviews Added on April 19, 2009 Last Updated on April 19, 2009 AuthorPen Draggin'Portland, ORAboutHi! I'm Kelsey, I'm 22 years old with a passion for poetry. I write because it is innate and, quite simply, I'm pretty f*****g good at it. I love the rain. I will always belong to the Northwest. I sa.. more..Writing
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