Short and quiet…part 9


Suppression

Everytime I want to say something
I pick up my shovel
And bury the words
Silence is the only language I speak fluently
Its currency is accepted in every sovereignty
But how much longer till they burrow out
and find a conduit to my demise?
I need a deeper grave

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