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If speaking is belonging,
he belongs to silence
silence makes nests here,
on top of the china cabinet,
in serving bowls,
under the blanket chest
his chest rumbles without words
sentences begun drift into silence
words melt away like candle wax
consonants light his eyes
but silence owns him now
Tangled Magic 
Oh Kim. There is nothing I can say to help you.I only wish there was.
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My faithful and empathetic reader! Thank you!
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