Around the comfort of old Friends or maybe only familiar faces....
My lips are sewn together, shut by some old back-stitched fishing line.
My ideas seem unworthy to proclaim, they come to life only to dwindle away.
My brain is flooded with thoughts, unsuccessfully thrusting through my ear canals and nostrils.
No one cares to listen, except maybe a silly blog
for what I say has no punchline.
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