A (s)word

She stands before the crowd

Murmuring something quietly.

She cannot produce a sound

Her heart is beating wildly.

The rhymes are stuck in the throat

She doesn’t believe in miracles.

The paper will concede, they won’t

The two-edged sword of cynical.

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