Words that are tumbling inside, dying to come out. 
Words that break obstruction and constancy in her mind. 
Words in a journey deviating heat, coldness and formality.
Words searching a route above the needs, below resistance but lined up with the expectations. 
So many words, long and short, discretely born but dying for same reason. 
And other words, partially out but hanging on the edge fearing the treason. 
Said and done words, words that failed the trial and resting in prison. 
Still so many words waiting for time to come out and shatter for no reason. 


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