The spoken word
I can’t speak lies.
They lie within me.
Quiet mostly. Sometimes status: turbulent.
But they lie. Lie about me. Within me.
I can’t speak the truth.
It says volumes when spoken.
Too much. Too soon.
Turbulent mostly. Sometimes status quiet.
I can’t speak.
It says. Outside of me.
Turbulent mostly. Sometimes too much.
Status : Unspoken.
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