prisoners
within me
needing to escape
they riot
unsettle
stir
my soul
I cant clam them down
refugees
seeking
grammatical asylum
they know their lot
is lost
in this boat,
so
internally displaced phonemes
they
rage a storm
within
my waters
barrage
and
batter
against
my borders
till one day
I grant them
freedom
but I
know their
intention
so I keep these words
under
prolonged
detention
for truly
I fear
once loose
the power
the power
of these words
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