I cannot speak coherently.
My words fall upon a deaf tongue; they struggle to string themselves together, to form patterns in the warm breath that mists before my chapped lips. It is dumb, this moment, this language of mine. Inconceivable. But yet I try again and again, a thousand times over, to express these unintelligible musings, these incomprehensible emotions.
Yet, as they fall on a deaf tongue,
these poor words of mine,
they too fall on deaf ears.
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