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Feb 2016
I mutter stuttered syllables
into shut ears,
so I'm not heard very often.
I'm not good with words,
not when
my mouth staggers, lagged behind my thoughts.
But give me time to reflect,
and I expect I could make something
worth hearing,
with your eyes.
Kvothe
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Kvothe  28/M/Newcastle, England
(28/M/Newcastle, England)   
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