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Noémie Brisson


I will hide away my words under

my hair, in my prison of cells I will wear my shame like a shawl

Wish away your charm, chase

away the red on my cheeks

Shame will shape my words,

muffle the cheers shouted

from the chambers of my

heart, conceal my bashful,

shaky words, change the way I look when I chance a glance

at you. When I hide and

perish in endless choices

1 shall keep pushing them

down, choose selfishness

watch your shadow, chew

and choke on my words

until they are so hushed that

shame is all I am.


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