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Hush

To you, I speak.
Can you hear the strangled bleat?
The soft and falling, faded, calling
Help me find my feet.
I can’t stand on stumps alone.
To you, I speak.
Can’t you sense the words beneath?
The inner voices make their choices
To stay within my reach.
They won’t speak to you alone.
To you, I beseech!
Hear me screaming bloody hell!
Beat my chest and tear my breast
And destroy my childhoods toy
I’m not a puppet! I have a voice!
I have a voice.
I have a falling, faded, call–
 
Help me find my feet.

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