hearts halt
eyes dry out
stomachs lose legsÂ
to stand on
Â
and mouths acheÂ
for words that will not come
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and as the
the motions appear motionless
Â
making your self
something to eat
is revealed to beÂ
the kindness your soul starvingly seeks
Â
ohÂ
go on
make your soul a
sandwich