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May 2014
We make noise.
We sit and chat and flap our gums
like they're ****** fans.
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passing hot air, noise,
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And then you drop
lightly
clearly what it is you want your noise to be saying.
No hot air.
No gas.
Just a need to be heard and something made of real words.
But they go on
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Shut up. Anna is talking.
Written by
Stanley Bet  London
(London)   
700
   patty m
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