When you dam your words From my ear Do they surf upon dust motes Dead leaves and exhaust Sunshine and humidity And eke through cracks in windows and doors To present themselves to my skin Do I absorb them Like a dying woman Does water Are they the reason I still walk Still drink Still breathe Even with a spirit on mute Or do they rest upon My chest, Weighting each
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