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Feb 13
everyday I ramble
the taste of my words
like blood in my mouth
reminding me
that what I say is unpleasant
that no one cares
the syllables flowing
have no meaning
I watch as eyes divert
hoping to not catch mine
in hopes that I don't open
this contraption of mine
and let noise flow from it
I feel like I talk too much and me continuing to do so would just lead to annoyance
Written by
     Perry, Fawn and juneau
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