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how I can enter monologue
find home in written word
but never never dialogue
with what is painted, sketched and heard
my one true anger at this age
the paint is lifeless to my brush
it does not wince away from rage
or cozy up to lush
i live chained to the chase
i'll always choose pursuit
a chance at real embrace
the answer of the mute
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