cold soup | poem

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words can no longer
adequately capture
what i really want
to say
and now it seems like
i'm drowning in my
own alphabet soup
because
whatever i manage to
wretch unto the paper
dances off the page
and wraps around my throat
my own lips
have betrayed me
-n.c

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