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don't shush me

my lips and tongue lay immobile,
but my finger tips are a blur
and in my lungs, no words can form
my larynx is silent too.
in my heart a thousand sentences buzz
like a swarm of angry bees,
but beyond the barrier of my mind
all language dies.


 
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