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I
stretch my fingers
stretch my toes
tilt my head
and scratch my nose
close my eyes
and open my mouth
awaiting words to come tumbling out,
silent though
the room is quiet
listening closely
only stillness responds in echoes so loud
my ears hurt….
what is this I hear,
clickity clack the story
is red and written.
removed and re-digested it flows easier now.
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you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does
p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes. 
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