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So these words

messy messy words

get combobbled in my head.

Screwed around with

tossing and turning like

they're on a high seas adventure

of epic porportions. 

And some can't hold on 

my mind cannot find enough cabins 

for all of them. They flop and 

fiddle and fall out

spilling across my page with ink

smudged all across it. 

The sun peaks out

the dove flies above

and the plug of confusion

finally pops

for I know that my words are 

safe.

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