By B.K
Date: 5 October 2000
Hidden Voice
There’s a series of wormholes
Where I store deep feelings
Lock the doors
(three times each)
And bury the key
Thoughts I somehow just can’t handle
Feelings that just can’t yet be freed
I look for the voice that there lies hidden
I starve her, leave her weak and on her knees
As I know that once she found strength
And started speaking
She would send an avalanche of words for me
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