a descending of voices
fall like raindrops
and splash on my ears
with a soft pitter-patter
to be absorbed into my skin
and brought into my collective being.
but raindrops can soak me through
and i am soon bloated with words and phrases
and my skin turns yellow
and my heart cannot take it anymore
i must get away
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