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I would give every kingdom
for the release of the words that,
e’er present, hem around my tongue;
spilling occasionally in gilded drops
but all too rarely.

I would mortgage every freedom
for the ability to express these thoughts
that crowd my mind, always questing, always pressing,
never to be released.

I would make whatever bargain
for the cessation of this flow
of words, unexpressed, shimmering at the
edge of consciousness,
yet denied to me.


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