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the unseen language of the heart
WHEN WORDS MEAN
NOTHING
@syazwani14cats
You gave me many beautiful names
Each I placed on a crown of wild daisies
Pinned to my hair, the last crown I’d own,
Conscious of the weight of your every word,
Sinking in the image of how they looked when carved from your lips,
To my every being that hummed to those thoughts,
Feeling everything when there was nothing.
