Unspoken

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They are hanging in the air that

Surrounds us.

Swirling and twirling
Tangled and mangled.
Falling into each other.
Bouncing off the walls.

Crashing through
The windows
The floors
Clamoring in our brains
In our hearts

Where they internally combust.
We leave a trail of heartprints
In the ash of their remains.

In the dust.
In their broken madness.

Those
Words
Left
Unspoken.

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