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Silence

I will keep my mouth shut, just this one more time,

I remind myself again tonight.


All the words that I save the world from

bite at me

from within, they spill off the bowls I thought

I had them contained in,

scratch at the doors of the room I thought

they were locked in -

their screeching nails, the dampness on the floor

itches me.


To avoid starting a war with the world

I start one within myself

day after day, silence after silence,

I am a brimming cup

testing how deep I can dig within to

bury

everything I have ever felt.

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