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No really, my words aim wasn’t to offend
With everything, my verbiage valiently shouts
Lax in no way, though despite seen as trite
Words are a struggle, everyone says
I have no words for this, my senses are overwhelmed
Words don’t reflect, words just inflect, words just tell
Yet with enough of these signs, enough for expressions
As each nuance finds its way
Each thing we say we hope
Inspire those who reach for rope
Who seek escape from dangerously allowing
Ideas of ideas and emotions being
Only there when seen instead of seeing
Breathing
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