i could write a poem with words
- you know, those things? with letters? you know? -
but it's not the same
i could tell the story with my lips
- you know, those things? on your mouth? you know? -
but it doesn't come out right
because the words aren't me, see
the story makes the important grow dimmer
- and the trivial intensify
i'm writing cohesive and saying straightforward
- while my insides are churning
the words seem to be saying something
- i don't even understand
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