For someone who talks too much
She said
There’s a lot of things you don’t say
Those that he calls menial
Those he decided as wantonly
Devalued in meaning
She was waiting for a tinge of saccharine
At the end of every exchange
Screen test, failed register
Absence of dynamic range
The eyes, exaperated
Always gives him away
Ah she is trapped with a hunger pang
For a course she can’t digest
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