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Whoever Is Talking

Whoever that is, talking all the time
inside your head when you talk to
yourself? Whoever mine is, I’ll tell
you this—she has a limited range.
When not shouting, Be Alarmed!
she mainly whispers, careful now
or on her very best days repeats
Oh fragile, fragile, no matter
what I’m looking at my
favorite days are the days
she’s asleep, or at least so tired
and quiet I can look around
see something of the world
with out hearing what I think

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