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Mar 2021
to have a thought like you
      replacing
      or reshaping
my brain forming in my hands
      just clay
and your voice is heard
      but only ever following mine
what I would give to hear without uttering a sound
      chitter
      or chatter
words flowing from my lips
      stealing my breath
a pursuit I never win
not a prognosis
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