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Feb 2011
You came to know me
How you gave me face
Gave me name
Titled credibility
And privilege when you spoke of me
Amongst those held in esteem

Wonder now
If you might rob me
**** me of things I have come
To need
To want
To believe

Snarl words at me
Like rabid dogs
And slash down fondness
With awkward silence
Of church and business
Giving way to languages
Of far off districts
Inhabited by sailors and ******

Steal you their tongue
I know you can
Have heard you talk
Like breaking bottles
Sharp flecks of empty
Thrown out of car windows
Catching light
Exploding fireworks on the sidewalk
Screaming out into the heat

Before I was old enough
To understand such suggestions
Written by
HaileyStapleton
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