Listening to Speak

Your tongue sits poised

Against your teeth

Hungry for

Your chance to speak


And what they share

Is whisked aside

To be devoured

By your pride


Their only voice

Is stolen thusly

With your reply

Made loudly, brusquely


Their unclad soul


By the careless words

You’ve just conflated

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