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i stammered my words dragged their feet protesting loudly a sit-in strike they remained an embarrassed stutter i tried again they refused to yield afraid they were content to remain unborn as thoughts afraid that they will not find welcome in your heart doomed to flutter awhile and disappear into the air one last time do your eyes invite me and my words yield not to fear but to love i love you