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by LunasTears   Aug 31, 2007


Lips moving in fifty directions while talking,
they see her mouth moving,
but cannot hear the words.
She trips while walking.
There is no one to catch her though,
she falls down hard.
She says it doesn't hurt,
so they won't know.
She used to be good at lying but it's getting too tough,
she can't pull it off much longer.
Any minute now she's going to start crying.
That's just not allowwed,
she's too strong a person to waste her time.
She keeps on moving to please the crowd.
Still, she sends out her softly spoken message.
It's becoming louder and they start to hear.
And that is good,
because just then she reaches the edge.

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