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you ask for my words,
but my lips stutter shifting breath,
weighing phrase strings
and knotting them into fashion;

i am silent, for those strings
pull on my lungs from which my breath comes
and i yearn to inhaleexhaleinhale
but the words that bind wrap tightly,
interwoven through my rib cage like a viper
and it has a viper's squeeze,
holding my very being together
and if i were to speak—
unravel