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Don't You Have Anything to Speak

Don't you speak anything now


Don't you speak anything now

The days afore me

are in a minute very

missed by you,

The mislaid concatenation

of the trance and assimilation

is not seldom contorting you,

The ordeals ever arrived

by you on the doors of someone

are momentarily enlivening you for long,

At once you are missing

Your own sacred words and the

compliance that didn't belong to me

Don't you have to speak anything now.

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