I stitched my mouth
together to stop you,
as my words
are not heard.
I will starve,
as you sip cider
from bowls
and eat freshly
baked croissants.
I stitched my mouth
together to stop you,
as my words
are not heard.
I will starve,
as you sip cider
from bowls
and eat freshly
baked croissants.
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