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Duct Tape Beats Self Discipline
My words are cl U m
s Y
They trip from my lips,
tumble through the air,
clanging and clashing,
a meaningless cacophony.
My words are sharp.
They cut my tongue
unforgiving as they cris-cross
a dozen lines through my mouth
My words are imperfection
and I want my speech to cea
s Y
They trip from my lips,
tumble through the air,
clanging and clashing,
a meaningless cacophony.
My words are sharp.
They cut my tongue
unforgiving as they cris-cross
a dozen lines through my mouth
My words are imperfection
and I want my speech to cea
Published 11th Feb 2013
| Edited 12th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
11th Feb 2013 11:15pm
This is good, GentleStorm, very good. Having been called "tactless" on more than one occasion, I know this feeling. Intimately. Duct Tape... and there the solution lies! ;)
12th Feb 2013 1:47am
Thank you!
It's good to know this poem resonates with someone else, haha.
(:
It's good to know this poem resonates with someone else, haha.
(:
