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May 2020
It’s not that
they don’t speak—
it’s that we
won’t listen.
We hear only
with our ears
now—tuned
for only our
own tones.
Their language
is subtle
and comprehensive;
a language of
truths without
motive, born
of a life
we’ve turned
away from.
Originally published at https://douglasbalmain.com/notebook
Douglas Balmain
Written by
Douglas Balmain
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