The words are not mine
Yet they fill my mouth
With their life,
Carving canyons
Into the sensitive tissues
Strangling my tongue
Spilling acid down my throat
If I were to tell you all
That happens
When their sound
Steals up the secret passage
Of the inner ear
Onto the landscape of my unguarded mind
You would weep
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