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Jul 2021
I take,
scissors,
to my,
tongue.
Only then,
I won’t,
have to,
listen,
to myself,
drone.
I’ll snap,
my fingers,
at the knuckles,
puncture,
eardrums,
still,
I won’t,
shut up.
Written by
Datore Fargo  30/F/Kansas
(30/F/Kansas)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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