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by Karla Aug 17, 2015 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
In this part of our story, you bounce from one end to the other, repeating your expectations as the unwritten play unravels. it is an untold world and we have a single instant before another monologue. but i can only hear the birth of a thousand dead words summoning the darkest corners of our deaf rehearsal. karla bardanza