when i am silent
as a fog
by the side
of an abandoned
mountain
she hates it
she speaks
to herself
like she
is disregarded
by her
lovers
like she
is in a trance
of sort
and she says
i hate monologues
well, i give
her the message
she must
do what she hates
at times
it is curative
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