my words are like scattered pebbles,
like the smoke in the mine,
like the key chain i'd left in the car, and now can't find.
okay, fine.
i would like my words to settle better
and salute the rhyme.
but they've jumped out of cursive letters
in the nick of time.
okay, fine
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