Epiphany, I don't even know how to spell it
Here we are
All those we's
Those selfs or selves
Made quiet solitude by
What next
Expectation yes
Exasperation
Aspiration
Breathing halted
Expectoration stuttered to a full stop
Reprieved
I cannot respond to my own lies
If I am saying nothing
Silence is only temporary truth
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