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Taciturn

Taciturn
Tiny flower
I ask of you
is it meekness or weakness that makes a mind that canโt be spoken?
Perhaps Iโm a little too docile
Living amongst the shadows of the giving tree
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Scared to fall down
Or to drown
But what scares most around
Is lie I keep telling myself
โItโs merely water under the bridgeโ
So I am sorry to any one who liked the original poem more. It was my least favourite one and I personally felt it didnโt capture the feeling I wanted.

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Amongst the fog
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Not quite a raven nor quite a crow
Still quite the songbird
And feathers with a glow
Grackle, Grackle
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The dreams I have I am surrounded by the sea
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Numb
Endless
Vast
A fragile lifeline crumbles beneath the fury of the heavy waves
Departure isnโt a recourse
So I remain
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the urge to isolate myself from everyone and everything is real