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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.20.15.28.21184]] |
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Unspoken, unbidden, unheard. The silence never got to you, never made you burn or bleed, and you took questions as an affront, so I stopped asking. Didn't get in your face--- and that made it possible for you to still love me, but it didn't answer the questions I screamed in my heart. So they stayed and bounced evil tiggers gaining momentum, and it would have taken so damned little to silence and stop them, but even that was too much to ask. I was drowning in unspoken, and you did not offer a word believing that I should just "know". Well you know me love--- I assume nothing, and the ticking silences that used to be pleasure are filled with what you have not said. |