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Mental Monday #18

Paralyzed tongues can't whisper their desires.  
Too frail from heavy back hands.  
Exhausted from repeated shouts of 
shut up, be quiet, who cares what you think.


Paralyzed tongues can't whisper . . . 
There's nothing left to say.

*Text: excerpt from Stolen Breath by Suzanne Coley, 2007

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