29 March, 2012

Sometimes my mouth is so stuffed with words that I'm afraid to open it.
Like,
if I do, I'm adjectives and nouns will
pour out all over the nearest unsuspecting person's shoes.
So I go running and tripping for a bucket.
Something that I can free the words into without mess or fuss.

But by the time I've found a container.
All
the
words
are
gone.

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