A Teacup Full of Stories

Good writing warms the soul. Like tea

My silence melts upon my lips,

Thin and choking veil, it brushes against my teeth

On its way towards my throat, where now it rests,

And for all the blueness of my face, you cannot see the words,

Waiting to emerge.

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