Sound Like You

Syllables of a language my life

has never given itself to learning

wring themselves out in a

cotton shower towel. Whether

based in the movement of magma

or the heat of a sun long since

elegied, I remain without the

ability to recognize them.

They all sound like you though.

Smell like me.

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Author: Marion Shaina

Yo. My name is Marion. I do my thing. Other people do their things. I try not to be too judgmental about other people doing their things. So...this is my blog-thingy. Welcome. I hope you enjoy the poetry and feelings. Also, I'm bringing back the phrase "TheBomb.com." You'll see. You'll all see!

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