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No sound

When I speak no sound comes

My wiring came loose when the car hit a side wall.

Even friends forget what your voice was like

I talk in my head and hear my own voice

But its old and out of date

Can never change or grow.

Like a dandelion that's been squashed down.

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Graham Sherwood

Sun 7th Apr 2019 12:09

I think most poets talk in their heads.

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