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Such silly, vital things, our names,
So cunning on the tongue!
The sound of mine will quickly bring
Me coming at a run.
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From the right lips, it is a song,
Confession, promise, plea;
A piece of precious evidence
That whispers you see me.
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It lends me meaning, lends me strength,
Gives me identity,
It holds me fast, my sure tether
Throughout uncertainties.
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From a strange mouth, with a wrong tone,
It seems more like a curse.
Or when spat out, by one you love;
Can anything be worse?
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Mine’s been a shackle and a balm,
A standard set too high,
But mine it is; I’ll have none else,
My soul-to-body tie.
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Chloë J.
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Comments (1)
Love it! So clever and has a nice rhythm to it!