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mouthed sounds
language is useless
so many times i have turned and
the same word
the same letters and sounds
around in my head searching for
meaning but finding only make-believe
what i say to her is not the same
my speech mutates
i laugh in defense
with you these words are weightless
          soft syllables wilt
           gently beneath the fog
i sense their presence by
the turn of your lips
flick of your hair
bend of your knees


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