every word
reflecting inward
withers
as these waters wane
muted thoughts
have wrought this ward
diffusing
ardent utterance true
festering in chambers
dormant
chained by anguish
bound in brood
prodding pretense
peals abandon
sans preceding
pages hewn
strewn throughout
in pigments pallid
plaints invalid
savage rue
Max, or Not 
So lovely, but it makes me wish I could give you a huge hug!
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awww thank you!❤️ I can always use hug
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You got it. giant hugs
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