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As my inner voice speaks

Out to you my divine mother

Sometimes in whispered

Shallowed breaths

Sometimes in con

Versation

Sometimes in loud

Exasperation

It seeks but one end

To know you better

 

I knew you completely

Before the sentences

Were placed in my mind

With each word

Implanted by script-givers

A memory was cut away

 

Forgotten like the feeling

Of fingers the moment lifted

Distanced like a leaf upon the breeze

Screaming silently for its tree

Replaced by an illusion

Illustrated in letters

 

My inner voice speaks

Silently into the world

Until I know not who

Translates for them

A wink a nod

A two fingered comma

I must have said the right

Thing

Because it hurts

Within my heart

 

Thus they sneak away

With the treasures hoarded

Between the thump and the thump

The remembrances

Once stored in the womb

Of stars of home of you

 

That inner voice of mine

Or is it yours

Instead

Refuses to go away

Louder and persistent

Repeating you know me

 

Remember?

 

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