Immobility could be a coincidence
With noise from a gateway's strands
Making lullabies into paralyzing charms
And weaving words into the physical,
Words I believed I could touch
Until a friend uttered, "I hear nothing."
Immobility could be a coincidence With noise from a gateway's strands Making lullabies into paralyzing charms And weaving words into the physical, Words I believed I could touch Until a friend uttered, "I hear nothing." |

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