Sister’s soundbox/ only re/peats/ phrases she has taught herself,/
as if/ there is nothing more than./
My mouth/ is a question mark that/ hers can’t diction/ary,/
but those amber orbs I love/ open a dimension,/ meant;/
and I try to/ si/lent/ psychiatrist.
© 2019 Kindra M. Austin
I love how you cut the words — like sobs?
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Thank you! I wrote it how I want to speak it when I record a spoken word video. ❤
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The cuts come in unexpected places. I’d love to hear it.
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I’m going to record it tomorrow. ❤
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Great! Posting here and on fb?
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I will post it on facebook. I haven’t done it yet, eeeep! ❤
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I can wait, you are worth it!
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