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I don't know I I have all of these words so many of them and I just can't stop speaking them all of these words like a bad cough I don't know these words they're so empty, they're like popcorn so full of nothing. I hear myself, a lot, speaking all of these words and I see people's eyes and I get a bad taste in my mouth it’s like I have all of these things to say but really I don't I don't have anything to say it's like I'm testing how much people want to listen to me no these words are like bubbles soap suds and they keep foaming up in my mouth gross           she laughs but something is wrong it's like I don't understand that if I let some water come in and wash it all out I wont need those words anymore I don't know           *she says,           you're beautiful, and like beauty, words for it           come and go,           keep them while you can*           words well these are the talking words and as much as I talk them they never seem to go away it's like there's more of them everyday           *she says,           so what?* they're annoying, that's what mostly because I think they are and I can’t stop thinking about how annoying they are I am unchanging unmoving I am like a leaf in a stream But I am stuck on a twig And I seem to move no more than a rock           *she says,           well then, I can be of no service.* i know and that's why I hate these words look at ‘em look at how pitiful they are.           *she says,           words are only what you make of them darling.* I guess. it’s these winters they put me in a bind           *she says,           why so?* I'm not sure it's hard to say but it's pretty clear something does.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
These Words
I don't know I I have all of these words so many of them and I just can't stop speaking them all of these words like a bad cough I don't know these words they're so empty, they're like popcorn so full of nothing. I hear myself, a lot, speaking all of these words and I see people's eyes and I get a bad taste in my mouth it’s like I have all of these things to say but really I don't I don't have anything to say it's like I'm testing how much people want to listen to me no these words are like bubbles soap suds and they keep foaming up in my mouth gross           she laughs but something is wrong it's like I don't understand that if I let some water come in and wash it all out I wont need those words anymore I don't know           *she says,           you're beautiful, and like beauty, words for it           come and go,           keep them while you can*           words well these are the talking words and as much as I talk them they never seem to go away it's like there's more of them everyday           *she says,           so what?* they're annoying, that's what mostly because I think they are and I can’t stop thinking about how annoying they are I am unchanging unmoving I am like a leaf in a stream But I am stuck on a twig And I seem to move no more than a rock           *she says,           well then, I can be of no service.* i know and that's why I hate these words look at ‘em look at how pitiful they are.           *she says,           words are only what you make of them darling.* I guess. it’s these winters they put me in a bind           *she says,           why so?* I'm not sure it's hard to say but it's pretty clear something does.
I wrote this a long time ago, when I held words with clenched fists.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
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