You don't have talk.
Your unspoken words, I already know.
What's not said is understood.
Some would get mad...
Where are you're words?
I used to hear them, have they died, with us?
No, they're within.
We're not in the place...
To talk...
But we are...to be.
Until you're, you.
And, I'm me.
Those words will still be unspoken.
-Ebony 03/07/2014 ;)
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