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wall flower,
start crying.
Shivering from regret of silence.
Hostile words will be your final breath,
when no one
will stop
to listen.
Say little,
wall flower,
start crying.
Shivering from regret of silence.
Hostile words will be your final breath,
when no one
will stop
to listen.
Wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.
Shivering from regret of silence.
I read the above line over and over again, loving the meaning as it resonates deeper and deeper. The persona speaks of flower and there seems to be an underlying cruelty in the passage. Nice work, Rosie.
I agree that this is a little gem of a piece! Elegant and simple. Well done!
I love the undertone in this piece! excellent
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