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I saw the words spill from your lips,
they tumbled down like waterfalls
and hit the rocks with shallow calls,
drawing new oceans for your ships


Edges rubbed against each other,
bleeding into one big bubble,
then exploded hitting rubble,
you can't even seem to bother



You spit more syllables and sounds,
in funny shapes they sparkled bright,
meaningless reflected the light,
unheard by all they hit the grounds
August 2006
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