Speaking backwards as night slips away
A curl of moon to decorate
The imperfections on his skin that break
At daylight when his fingers shake
And they will say he’s broken
But I know just what he leaves unspoken
No one hears the sounds like verbs and nouns
Written down inside his mind
But every time he finds a rhyme
It splits across too many lines
And so they say he’s broken
But I know the words he leaves unspoken
Everywhere he goes he sees the whites of eyes forcing out a smile
Everyone goes away thinking he didn’t realize
His first memories staring at trees
The leaves counted one by one
But when he was done
The number seemed too big to tell anyone
And so they said he was broken
But I know the words he left unspoken
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