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Anyone but you

When I read you

my poetry

the words sound

like they're not

coming from my

voice.

It sounds foreign,

barbaric and German.

Plath's stuck tongue

ick ick ick's in my

bleeding mouth

and I have no tissue

to wipe the blood,

so as usual I make

an *** of myself.

If it was anyone else

I could stand to

read it aloud,

but now it's all

Cling-on and

tongue clicks.

I sound cliché,

an amateur, but

isn't that what

we all are?

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ashley-r-prince

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Published: Aug 27, 2012
LinesWords: 2582

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