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They will tell you that your words don’t matter.
You can tell them that if they could only listen,
They would hear everything you are in your voice.

When you tell a story, and you talk with your hands,
And the words rush out of your mouth like a river,
Your whole soul hides in the beats between syllables.

You are beautiful when you forget yourself,
When you talk too loud and too fast for too long,
And forget to breathe until your tale is done.

What they call rambling we call abstract;
It may mean nothing at all to them,
But don’t ever let them tell you it’s worthless.