A glance A glimpse
I Know…
See me you can
Behind closed doors
I feel you
Watching
Up from above- gazing down upon
Caught
You Know…
Thorn of Truth
A stab to the heart
Pierce Cut Slice
wide open the soul
From the outside in
I am sorry…
You Know-I know
and
There are no words spoken quiet unspoken silent soundless silence
I am sorry…
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