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Jul 2010
I trained myself to trip over my words.
To stutter and stumble along.
So that your lips might catch mine as I fell.

Fell into open arms and empty futures.
While the world knew my words could move mountains...
I practiced incoherency... and called it love.

(September 11, 2008)
KM Jones
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