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Her Mouth is Running

Her mouth is running with the mind of water A constant barrage of words no one notices Until the room is flooded with them I sit on a wet couch, irritated now How do we stop the flow of words? I cannot ask her, for she never pauses to listen Verbs and adverbs hit the floor and flow into the hallway My shoes slosh as I follow them into the bedroom Does she ever stop? I ask my father. Afterall, he is the man who married this mouth. The mouth that never stops running. He shrugs, a man with no words. A man who is not wise enough to run. Yet.

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