You ask me to read the letters you learnt once
but failed to retain, presently, with effect
I spell out the words for you to no avail
there is no use making up sound in a language your heart doesn't speak
I ask you once more, for a reason the threading broke
in your voice to no avail
you answer me with reason
say, the guns poured over my notebooks
when I was just in the sixth grade
all I had was holes in my letters
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