quiet game

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If my mouth was

Sewn shut

I could be what

Anyone needed

A constant companion

With an assumed

Agreeing opinion

As of today

Talking is a burden

Hot whispering stink

Floating with good intentions

That just fades

Before it reaches their ears

So pull out the needle

Pull out the string

Make the stitching real tight

When I sing

Let it sting

Let it sting

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