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Sep 2014
the words are sewn into skin
a cloak, earrings
body armour, a helmet
lips like a sentence
tongue of gobbledygook
mind gone sane with diction
over the edge and back again
for one last paragraph
of living with a forced language
Until silence wraps me up
carries me off as her lover
her prize her plaything
Written by
nivek
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