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speech impediment
i can not speak
i can never find the words i seek
my thoughts they warble
they unseemly leak
and hope for a cure
is growing weak

i am doomed
to only be
words on a page, words only
written neatly,
so sweetly to read,
to be understood from afar,
but never closely

it may seem lonely but
it’s mostly
ghostly
that the way things will be
can be so
engrossing
that plans be set
and resolutions
for imposing
are locked out
by a fate
determined in
closing

-m.p. 03/22/2017

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