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He opens his mouth
And nothing comes out
But a small squeak.
His voice is gone,
Taken by the very same
Butterflies that ravage
His stomach,
Flapping their wings
Along his ribcage
And blocking his
Vocal chords.
She is just standing there;
Head down, hair
Falling over
Her freckled cheeks
Like a veil.
He closes his eyes
And finally speaks.