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Spoken Word

My mouth
Against you
Spelling out
my intention
With the
tip of my tongue
So receptive
That you take flight
Without leaving
the ground

I never
actually say
anything
But every
inch of you
Is paying attention
And as you make
Fists of the sheets
I know that you will insist
On your turn to speak

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