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Stuck, stuck thinking only of would be's
The rush colors flood to my tongue only to be caught between my teeth
Just once, no twice I'd like to see
This array of hues burst forth from sealed lips
Louder, louder, louder still like shrieks from banshees
Somehow soon I'll make it so
Make my words boundless as the sea
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