Stupid before your beauty, I stand dumb.
Unable to deal with the flood of words,
my jaw locks shut, containing swollen tongue,
and all I can express is “ah” or “um.”
I hear, within, the flapping wings of birds
that is my pulse, hard pumped from what has sprung
within my veins -- the answer left unsung.
It’s past my ability to respond
to magic greater than Em’rald City.
I lose my courage, and I can’t be smart,
when granted the wish for which I’m most fond.
... dumbfounded, yet deserving no pity.
The Tin Man should have known he had a heart
when his rusted jaw wouldn’t come apart.

 
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