Swallow your tongue so your heart can find
The words to be savored the most,
To be put in the sheets an earnest ghost.
It will haunt your pillowcases
Where you listen for your dreams
That float up in short whispers of silent night.
It becomes the light in your eyes,
Leaving you mentally blind before you speak.
A simple connection, the ground to your feet.
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