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I always have words
spewing
from my lips and sentences
unneeded
and poems and metaphors
burning
alight in my hands.
I always have the words but I
choke
them down, because I'm
sick
of being able to know
what to
say
in every god damn moment.

[destroyed] poetry        (BOOK TWO OF MY CRAPPY POETRY)Where stories live. Discover now