i've got words for it, i just don't use them
what difference have words made
except to wear me out
and make doubt
and leave space where words were once best laid
there is no word to explain what may pertain here
unclear
that one might work
it might hurt
it might lurk
i might spend all of time making sure to insert
the appropriate frustration into my next million thoughts
it's all misled and unforaged
unchartered, discouraged
i watch myself nurture
this sense of not perfect
when it hardly seems worth it
there's too many words, it's
not there
it's just wordless
i won't say a word anymore
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