Hooked.
My voice has many shades.
It pours out of my inner body,
Throat and neck.
At the end, empty
I feel like a fool
And wait anxiously
For anything,
Even an echo,
In return.
But as usual, nothing -
Silence.
I switch off,
Nauseated by, my voice;
Switched on,
Permeated by, your Silence
Till the next, time.
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