the world begins to crumble
as words attempt to form
always jumping
always skipping
to the place they don't belong
the phrases come out short
always incomplete
endlessly searching
for the right term
to make it sound elite
it never seems quite right
perfection merely just a phase
it should be like
flying with a kite
if it didn't put me in a daze
it all begins to fade
since I couldn't seem to say
the phrase that needed
to be said
and instead decided to make it read
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