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I have heard that there are people

Who manage the motions of their lives

Without the days when it hurts

To choose and also to be still

And that in their stillness they do not tremble

And their throats never fill with stones

When they mean to laugh.

Do you think these people

Know what their memories felt like?

Do they know what they are saying all of the time,

And how often do they say what they mean,

And does it ever come out muddled?

Do their ears always hear syllables in the right order?

Because sometimes I can't understand

My mother tongue and all the details of my life

Have the fat cut off.

Bare bone truths not fit to bring

To table, and when I do

It all goes to the dogs.

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