You begin to speak, your words, like water, leap out of a fire hose.

I try to listen, your words, like water, a flowing attack, up my nose.

My hair is ruined, your words, like water, continue to sting.

I am silent, your words, like water, my heart is slowly drowning.

One who is only hungry for ears,

because they have none of their own,

is one day likely, not to be heard,

because eventually, they are alone.

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