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Clamor
Fearing for the breath I've wasted,
partnerships I've complicated,
feelings spoken, understated,
notes that had been mistranslated;
I thought it best to rein by choice
the strident mewling of my voice
and after which I could rejoice,
as those I'd lost returned to me.
Like waves colliding with the shore,
my words will light upon their door
and press themselves against the floor
to pass beneath and beg, implore
their presence to return to mine.
