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Arlo Disarray Sep 2015
i keep stepping on my tongue,
and slipping into my own spit
drowning in a pool of drool
and splashing in this toothy pit

only finding broken vowels
with no consonants in reach,
leaving me without the sound
in a world with zero speech

the letters just can't line up right,
and the words just don't make sense
i'm out of bark and out of bite,
now i just want to get some rest

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