speechifying
birth and death,
uttering on
a very long wait for
the end to this story,
i held my mouth
on one thought
that would not have
mattered any way
i said it, because
your words were
spoken,
and though they were
soft,
i was quiet
in confusion,
and i heard names,
and possibilities,
and witnessed the expiration
of a stillborn confession.
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