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

2015-Rene

image via magpie tales


Comments

  1. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 22, 2015 at 7:45 PM

    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. MaryMarch 22, 2015 at 8:21 PM

    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. Magaly GuerreroMarch 22, 2015 at 9:17 PM

    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. MichaelMarch 22, 2015 at 10:05 PM

    all the things we hold back...

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  5. Rommy Cortez-DriksMarch 23, 2015 at 4:00 PM

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

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  6. KayMarch 23, 2015 at 5:03 PM

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

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  7. 21 WitsMarch 23, 2015 at 8:41 PM

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

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  8. brudbergMarch 24, 2015 at 1:40 AM

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

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  9. Indigo RothMarch 24, 2015 at 5:54 AM

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

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  10. Silent Otto March 25, 2015 at 7:13 AM

    Wow time to slay that Dragon ,mate

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  11. Lochness LassMarch 25, 2015 at 9:51 PM

    WOW

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  12. Kathe W.March 26, 2015 at 2:33 PM

    excellent!

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  13. Tess KincaidMarch 28, 2015 at 1:56 PM

    Sometimes we need to say...

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  14. KatherineMarch 28, 2015 at 11:55 PM

    Awesome ... perfect reflection on this image

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