I Never Spoke Again
I heard myself speaking in the midst of the quietest crowd,
it's like jingling car keys, swinging on the holder,
running feets on the marathon ground
Acapella harmonies, moving in the music room,
jolting piano notes from one to two,
two to three,
I heard myself speaking,
like splashing waters
slapping the gigantic whales
waves coming in and out,
but then, somebody snapped a finger;
and I, never spoke again...
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