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Tuesday, October 2, 2018

A Breath in Text

Typing expresses
What I can't give
In breaths.
What I want to say
But I'm too anxious
Or tired
Mentally or physically
It doesn't matter.
But my text.
It can be louder
Than my voice.
It used to be
Most of the time.
Maybe now it's
Back again.
Maybe it's not
A bad thing.
But the more I type,
I can grow silent.
But I allow my text
To be my breath.

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