abounding in feelings
one of which is my default i fail to decide.
a remnant on every object to pass me by
self absorbed in my heart
being stamped irate by the brand.
i make notes... little mental notes
in high hopes something intelligent will show.
nonsense and wasted penmanship spill.
concerned with writing the present correct.
i'm taking on tasks too big for such a one track mind.
words are quite a delicate gift we've been given.
fragile in the least
or maybe a bit more than fragile.
delicate, yes, but not fully fragile.
either way, manner or mindset, words are used.
powerful and delicate vibrations they are in fact.
but your words were always a carbon copy
and mine were genuine and brand new.
an unprecedented creation from my own lips.
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