A Universal Second Language
The cancer broke his voice's legs,
leaving a whisper to crawl out
from his throat, making me realize
how thunder actually says nothing,
while silence waits its turn,
knowing eventually we all must
speak its language.
leaving a whisper to crawl out
from his throat, making me realize
how thunder actually says nothing,
while silence waits its turn,
knowing eventually we all must
speak its language.
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