Speak

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The angry words hit the floor
And crawl through the gap
Under my bedroom door.

The smirking remarks
Cling to my clothes, my hair;
Stinging, bites like sharks.

The house reverberates
With the endless shouting,
Endless, pointless debate.

We will never understand each other.

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