as I type this out
as nimbly as manipulating a razor
on the skin of the throat
how many veins must I open
for you to hear and understand
or for me to quit and acquiesce?
so the stalemate in human communications
you can't live for me
and I can't die for you
so some of us mumble and others say "eh?"
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