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Go Figure!

I am tired of explaining myself. I want to be quiet. Without feeling guilty for my silence.

I’m tired of making my words the marrow in my back bone. I’m tired of being strong.

I am swallowing all of the poems i want to write today.

Between my teeth, under my tongue, down my throat, any place they can make a home. There will be no poem today.

Stop Reading now.

The rest of this post is improvised in real life.

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