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I’m tired,
I’m tired,
my heart is combusting
internally into a void I wish I didn’t know of.
I can’t speak the language
which everyone seems to know.
How do you do it?
To speak with your body…
your muscles communicate without your voice.
Not a word,
not a word.

I haven’t found the smoothest path,
but I’m finding.
A way to go home.
Somewhere where I know,
somehow I know it.
I want to know it.
I need to know it.

I’m tired,
I’m tired.
Analyzing and translating
every inch of your body:
left me with so many more puzzles.
So I let my mind fall silent,
for the first time in my life,
not a word,
not a word.

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