Thinking: Sounds
Thinking of
sounds
that might come from
unturned pages,
closed doors,
empty bedsides,
and secrets locked away.
Can they scream as loud as I do?
Oh.
But then I think
what does it matter?
Because we don't
listen
for starved tears,
masked bruises,
or even broken promises.
So.
If noones listening,
it must mean they don't.
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