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S Stefanie Fontker
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You talk, and talk
Not to listen, not to hear
What is it you wish to do,
Sit with your hands
Over, covering,
Your ears?
I want to change your mind
Sew your lips together
And never speak a word
To you, about you
You always said,
My voice is shrill
So for you,
My lips will not part
And my tongue not twist
A disturbing tale
Instead, we will converse
With a language of no words
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