Talk
She likes to talk
her voice moves in spiderweb ways
feeling like crinkled newspaper
on a dry desert of a sunday morning
endless threads of chatter
woven tapestry of a ill-fitting sweater
erratic stitching
She likes to talk
but she has nothing to say
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