Words, words, words
They flutter past my head
I try spearing them with my pen
Wrestling them to the paper
Making them stick before the next flurry of
Words, words, words
Mouth opens, sound escapes
I try stuffing them in my ears
Wadding them in like cotton
I’m sure it must be English, but it’s just
Words, words, words

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