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You Can Only Talk Poetry To Yourself

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AnAwkwardBlue

Published: Nov 9, 2013

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Literature Text

I’m more comfortable with the
written word,
than I am
speaking.
I have to take care to
Rehearse
The sentences in my head before I can
Perform them.
Otherwise, I speak a
Language no one knows,
Not even me.
And my words are so much
LOUDER
When in print
Because otherwise I speak so
(softly)
I end up talking to myself,
Not that it matters,
Because it helps me find the
fR-e-QuEncy
of my friends, my fellow
soft talkers.

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