Too many fled
Spillways mouths
Oceans swill
May flies
Swamped
Too many words
Enough
Said it all
Spoke too much
Tongue tied
Talons claws syllables
Ships set sail
Anchors aweigh
Adrift such flame
Molten metal
Scimitar swiftness
Swallows at dusk
A vernacular
Unspeeched
I've said it all
And then some
We've said too much
And then some
Gongs of regret
Soaking it in
The choir of silence
Rehearsing
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