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  • You should have known when to keep your words in the drawers of your mind.
    Words can destroy a palace made of hopes.
    Words can be the sword that pierces again an already bleeding heart
    until is not more blood left and no more love.
    Words can crown you and then sacrifice you
    in the cross for sins committed in the past,
    but like buried corpses never allowed to rest and you kept bringing the ghosts back.
    And then more words, and you left a wreath made of black roses
    with many thorns as a memory of what was alive and now is dead.
    Words, words words. I am starting to love more the silence,
    the only language that my soul can understand.
    You should have kept your words in the drawers of your mind.
    Today there is not hope. I have tears in my eyes for the pain caused.
    No rainbows in the horizon of my life.
    There were too many words, too many to forget too many too forgive.
    I do not want any more words.

    Photo by Cecilia
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