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Way With Words
I have a terrible way with words;
they fall out of my lips
like sand pebbles
and settle on old black boards.
They twist this way and that,
trying to get away
from me. There’s so
much I want to tell you,
so much I want to say.
I cannot convince myself
this is the way to go
I guess I’ll just have to write them
down, that is the only way they
know how to flow-
like a kiss on the lips,
like the lights burning low.
they fall out of my lips
like sand pebbles
and settle on old black boards.
They twist this way and that,
trying to get away
from me. There’s so
much I want to tell you,
so much I want to say.
I cannot convince myself
this is the way to go
I guess I’ll just have to write them
down, that is the only way they
know how to flow-
like a kiss on the lips,
like the lights burning low.
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Way With Words
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