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Jan 2013
I can't say
what comes to mind
when your eyes--
are locked with mine

I can feel my tongue roll
those few simple vowels
but my vocal cords
can't utter a single syllable

I start my sentences
but never end them
because I shun myself
into submission

I want to but I can't
so I will forever sit here
like there is nothing to be said
and my heart will be melting--

to just spit out those simple sounds
Archetypes Anonymous
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