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Voiceless


Hello.

 

I've been waiting for

you for

about three minutes.

You are

earlier than usual.

 

Are you ready for lunch?

 

Wait!

I got 

a present for

you.

 

You

should open it!

 

Yeah, I 

thought right

now. 

 

It's your

half-birthday, right?

I mean, I

know it's 

almost Christmas.

Merry

Christmas, ____. 

 

I knew 

your birthday.

So

I knew

your half-birthday.

 

I said

open 

it!

 

I don't want

to in

the lunchroom.

 

Your friends

don't 

need to

see.

 

I was 

listening, see!

It's the 

scent you always

wear and

I know

Snickers are your

favorite because Emma got

you one

and you like 

soda,

not root beer.

 

You are

welcome.

 

Wait!

Can I 

have just one

hug?

 

I love

you.

 

No,

why can't 

I say that?

 

 

 

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Hi! My name is Elizabeth Davenport, and I'm a college student who loves all things language, no matter what language it is! I'm probably reading, writing, or dancing in the rain right now. I'm a featured poet, Aura, on diesandnoctis.com (go check them out: they're great!), and use the names E.D., Elie Dav, and Elizabeth Davenport when posting my own.

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