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The Language Wall
Drowning
In my a-b-c's
These words do not mean much to me
I try to find the
right thing
to say
but letters jumble
and float away
and so i write what you've heard before
only music
to the deaf
like a crowd's common roar
but it registers as definite
with no room to manifest
and makes you feel like I do, nonetheless
the feeling is shared;
and nature's harmony now
may finally be repaired
