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The Stammerer

The prison cell has us held with a power of it's own no matter what we do speak fast or slow we remain alone. Even in spells of some fluency it comes and attacks from the back taking us in our complacency So we are held by its attack. We need take some consolation there is always some other source to supply us with what, you ask to speak acceptably of course. To speak acceptably what is that? it's many things to us all but we need to find this if not, we'll just fall, fall, fall. This body I have got with a stammer belonging to me but reality says its mine for keeps So acceptance is the only key. poetgord

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