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 Can No Speak 

 

 

 

Breathing out the patriarch. 

 

Worn, gold sticky-plasters cover the eyes and the mind from damaging experiences. Old wounds re-surface, triggered by a new experience of being a foreigner who can’t speak.

 

The identity of self is now entwined with no communication, no value and full, too full, of past male blocks. 

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