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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