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tangledingrey Jun 2018
One pull at a thought
Tangled in the dark
Not that you run out of words
But too many words roam freely in your mind
Too free that none of them make sense
When you put it together

That's us
A nonsense mess we turn to be
But that's okay
I don't mind being part of a tangled mess of words
We can sort it out together
And end as a breathtaking poem

— The End —