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My Silence is a Weed


Censorship Vine

Though I can still speak,

They are underwater words.

I drown a coward.


With absence of voice,

My sense of sight grows beyond.

A vineyard of fear.


My thoughts remain just,

But as water feeds the vine,

I choke in silence.


A strangulation

Because I did not speak "no"

What fruit can grow here?

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Gabriel Brown
Gabriel Brown
17 mar 2023

Testing... 1...2...3...

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