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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