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Lost with Four Senses.


 

As they talk,

she would just their lips move.

She tried to respond,

but nothing seemed to work.

 

This language they spoke,

meant nothing to them,

all but hand gestures 

spoken in mime.

 

To think, the loss of one sense

can lead to such discrimination, the feeling of an outcast?

 

If she could do something to fix it,

would it be right?

Being different is a good thing

but, for some it can come with a price.

 

                         

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