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I came into the room with my word
I placed it, good and strong, before me.
Upon taking it away, they said, “You will be heard!”
But when again they laid my word before me
It was twisted, wrangled, poorly.
They asked, "Was that what you meant?"
I looked at my sad, diminished, wrinkled word
And said, “Yes.”
It was all I'd had to hand.
But I hadn’t meant to say it aloud.
Where people could hear me,
And agree.
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