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I
the purest white scalds
my pallid skin. it flushes
over me.

i stand,
waiting for more to
come
but none does.


II
i slip to the
side:
i watch you part your hair
to the left,
fluff it

i attempt to drift off.
i can’t. you’ve given me too much energy.
i hop up: dance. walk. stretch.


III
i have lost my voice.
you stole it, i am sure of it.
let us trade: my voice for my body
you don’t see my logic:
why would i give up my body, you wonder.

it cannot sing or laugh
like my voice can.
it cannot protest.
i will be seulement an echo





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