With that common lump in my throat
i quivered and shivered, like a fainting goat
i could not speak for water would pour
it would fill the whole ocean up to the shores
my togune like rotten meat
incapable of speaking of anything sweet
cavernous foul room for a mouth
i will run away to the south
i hear things are better there
the grass greener there
nobody bothers you there
i can sleep there.
but for this moment i could not speak
nothing will spill, burst or leak
i am drowning, frozen in place
me, the disgrace
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