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The Products of Speech
Words tumble from my open lips
 crack on the floor they pop and hiss
 they splinter, fragile as spun glass
 their shards are just a shapeless mass
 tonight, tonight.
 
 Their meaning has no consequence
 just sound and pause without a sense
 I'm muted with the loudest stare
 I wish to leave but do not dare
 take flight, take flight.
 
 The sounds that break what isn't shown
 melt muscles, tendons, skin and bone.
 I hold myself together through
 the thought of what it'd do to you
 "I'm alright."
 
 Alright, alright, if you'll just hold me tight
 if I fall, if I break, if I scream to myself all night.
 Fault, oh blame, it hits me without shame
 I'm okay, I'm this way, just for another day - 
 just until i'll forget,
 until my next regret
 when the waves, oh so swift
 pick me up and set me adrift
 again.
 
 And we're all, after all
 just waiting for something amazing
 we set our lives ablazing
 with flames as we wait by the wall.

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