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It’s timely timing that tries- ties my tongue To solidify the simplest speeches that seems to be sung. Why did God place me as a mute? For when I was four,
Rat. Further. Kory. The worst: Ferrari.
To speak of irony I've always been good with wordsForming art out of syllables And pulling love out of vowelsBut I can never say the magic My head says, beautiful, spectacular, undeniable
I hate my speech! I hate how sounds are released, I hate how my S’s last longer than a Second I hate how my lip tightens . Half of the word is cuffed in throat