Will You Still Listen?

December 22, 2010
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These words I ache to say,
the syllables I long to speak,
are inducing me tonight
-this night of flickering emotions
by a bare fluorescent light.
No rhyme, no form, no feeling
slips from this mouth of mine.
Tonight, my mind alone screams
of desire, of destitute, of divinity.
Tonight, I do not speak.

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