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Running Out of Time

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Faster.
Faster.
The world keeps revolving
As my poems are
Dissolving.
I am running out of time
To find
That perfect rhyme.
Cause
All these words just get stuck inside My head
They want to be said
Said.
But before they can be born
They are killed.
Dead.
Before they are given a chance
To be nourished
To be fed
They get caught in my throat
Strangled in my mind
Cramped in my hand
Left behind.
All my words
Just get left
Behind.





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