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Off my chest
Prose Poetry
Too many… too little,
word by word,
together & too brittle,
slippery tongue, mouthful butter,
better…bitter then become evil,
too beneficial,
deep inside…much happier.
Two faces, so many filters,
Patience becomes much quieter.
page by page,
claiming, confessing,
expressing, erasing,
The pen is a great walker.
No judging — interrupting — or reacting,
No point in ending,
jotting by jotting,
just write whatever!
I’ve noticed,
Humans are just talkers,
but not better listeners!
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