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Feb 2014
I talk so things make sense
I try and apply words to situations
I try and make people feel things
Help them understand and comprehend

I babble to fill the emptiness
In the air
In the world
In people's hearts

Words take up space
They're decorative fluff
Syllables I'm constantly filling
Just so no one calls my bluff

I don't know anything
I haven't a clue
Hopefully my talking helps someone, anyone
Know what to do
This is going to be a constantly changing poem. There are so many reasons that it will never be complete.
JSK
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