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Worrisome words
Attacking from all fronts
Sneaking up from all sides
Speaking up on all I hide

Wearisome words
Falling from the sky
Onto my open head
Into my irritated ears

Demanding something;
Wanting to be written,
They will not leave me be
Not a moment’s peace

Sweet, salty sentences
Make this promise to me
If I write you down, please;
cease fire, let me do some laundry

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(Text:©survivednarc)