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Mar 2013
I have all these words that mean something in my head,
Waiting to be picked through and cleaned into a sentence,
But they just end up a jumbled mess when spoken.
I have so much to not say,Β Β that I wish I could,
It's an endless list of words, words, words,
That I wish could stay.
Natalie Wood
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Natalie Wood  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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