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Monday, August 5, 2019

words are falling out of my pockets

words are falling out of my pockets
overflowing, i can't get it all down
in time to catch them from their
fall, their tumble out of existence,
out of sight, out of mind
i need more pockets
more bags
more boxes
to hold these-
words that come to me, i need them
to hold on tighter, until i have a pen

words are falling out of my pockets
and this is an apology 
to the ones i couldn't catch

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