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May 2018
My throat swells with emotion,
cutting off my vocal chords.
Like my body has decided to slam the door.
I surrender to my voice's remotion.
I lay down my loquacious swords,
and take a respite from speaking any more.
© Tatiana
My throat hurts.
Tatiana
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Tatiana  27/F/in a lighthouse
(27/F/in a lighthouse)   
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