the eloquence of transfered gestures,
words spun by stitched lips
[that cannot utter a whimper
yet explain everything]
with their painted expressions.
the results of ruined cords
that used to play the prettiest tunes;
like the pluck of fingers
on a broken guitar.
[that shed its splintered self
on the frayed edges of carpets.]
she traced
the forgotten grains of wood
with her severed idioms
and let reactions reverberate,
to be caught
by personal perceptions.
[her eyes tell it all
and her hands assist.]
Honorable winner
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