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Words can be a tangible force, seeking only understanding. |
| Unfinished Words drift in ink. Seeking—single moment of clarity. An addict's next fix among passing street lights. Words, fumble, tumble, tangle the ink Mediocre—fake Lost in Someone's thoughts. Words, scream, stretch— small, defeated deliberate, slow Feel so far away. Words confuse, take flight and flee. Missing. Lost in tangled tongues. Seeking answers that have No questions. Words mock, pray a single breath fake and ringing a false truth. Molded to be something Loved. Line Count: 24 |