The words don't flow with the impact of genious,
coming from the depth of compacted feelings,
I hear voice insisting I say,
The Whispering Screams I had today.
Love, and more Love, not to be mistaken for Love,
cuddled in arms of lonelyness I bide, time,
true is not the Love within, but external,
expelled forth into the body of Soul.
I Whisper my Screams, not to be heard,
by myself I long to be told,
I Love You.
I really do.
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