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Wait! Listen! I’m sorry I’m soft spoken in unknown crowds And race in volumes when alone The rushed strings of words still follow my thoughts However strange they sound spoken aloud Just listen Just for a moment My speaking follows a rhythm There is a poem in the hurried mumbling Tumbling and stumbling out. I’ve lived with them for a while We are both trapped I use lost, nothingness, and billowing darkness Because we are trapped there Most lines are formed in in secret Too many are formed in the darkest corners Just relax, I know But listen Just for a bit I stumble and race along Each poem is me only exposed to more than me The private thoughts leaked out to peak out Are backed by fear of the open The trembling hand and the shaky notes Trip up the intention of any plans I’m sorry Please listen Just for a bit cc011219
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Wait! Listen!
Wait! Listen! I’m sorry I’m soft spoken in unknown crowds And race in volumes when alone The rushed strings of words still follow my thoughts However strange they sound spoken aloud Just listen Just for a moment My speaking follows a rhythm There is a poem in the hurried mumbling Tumbling and stumbling out. I’ve lived with them for a while We are both trapped I use lost, nothingness, and billowing darkness Because we are trapped there Most lines are formed in in secret Too many are formed in the darkest corners Just relax, I know But listen Just for a bit I stumble and race along Each poem is me only exposed to more than me The private thoughts leaked out to peak out Are backed by fear of the open The trembling hand and the shaky notes Trip up the intention of any plans I’m sorry Please listen Just for a bit cc011219
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cindra-carr
American
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
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