Hush-Hush

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It hurts yet its unfeeling.

Surely far from healing,

But it’s meant to help and soothe;

Not to tighten my noose.

Emotions paint a form of art.

Tears evade and cancel out,

Any image of a heart,

That can fight my very doubt.

Drips are heard;

Silenced words.

Wiped aside,

And hush-hush chide.

The noose is rock.

The noose is blank.

It’s the guillotine and the block,

It’s my walk upon the plank.

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