The Silent TreatmentA Poem by PhotochickThat disharmony after the fight
Words flow between us silently
gushing, flowing, streaming from me crashing headlong into the backs of my teeth it's no wonder my smile is fractured Words left unsaid lose steam but the power once wielded bottled up, under constant pressure wreak havoc there are chinks in the armor of my spirit
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