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hollow



if
i
curled up
inside the
things i left unsaid
you would never see me again

2015-Rene

image via magpie tales


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  1. Wow, this is powerful, Rene. I resonate. I keep a lot of things unsaid with certain people too. With some folks, it's necessary.

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  2. Whew, this is profound, Rene! We really do leave such a lot unsaid....too much probably...but how to change?

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  3. Such few words saying so much. I hope the speaker gets a chance to speak those clouds into the world... if s/he wants to.

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  4. Very few words to imply the immensity of those words held back. I really, really like this one!

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  5. fabulous....a few words that say so much...

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  6. And it would be a sad thing to do for both- let go, let it all out- live!

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  7. Oh I love it. So much said with so few words.

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  8. Wowsers, short and sad and powerful. Nice works Rene. Indigo x

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  9. Wow time to slay that Dragon ,mate

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  10. Awesome ... perfect reflection on this image

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