Nothing to say.
Too much to say.
Pen to paper is
Like a glass to my mouth.

Sometimes I don’t realize
How thirsty I am
Until water touches my tongue.
I drink

Liquid spills all over.
I don’t care
I’ll clean it up later.
The water refreshes

My throat
Banishing dryness
Igniting a voice.

My voice.

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