To Be Heard
You say you Listen
Yet your ears are Closed
Words come out my mouth
But we sit in Silence
Why cant you Hear me?
I can't stop Screaming
No sound comes out
You lift your hands
And conversation blooms
Our hands flow through
the space around us
Now we understand
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