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oh muse
donít you know that silence is a noose
upon stark need
that darkness only ripens
that neglect encourages
that douse bridges with kerosene in the night
blazing fits and aches
that shake cries out of tender leaves
drizzling days with a mist of shame
that it is not something i did
but something i am
that keeps me chained
to the foot of a cold set of stairs
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