My nascent distress flourishes
under the diktat of unknown. Can you
tell me your history of fall?
The questioner fails to
put up the right questions. You were
inquisitive, but I was not understood.
Why does the hate develop between
the words and the meanings? I suffer
when I am numb. You suffer to open your mouth.
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