Can you catch the word in front of me...can you not see it there?
The letters hang on my hair, my tongue...like a cloud they float around and taunt me like a child.
They surround me like a shroud...sometimes too tight...sometimes too loose, like a cut strand of pearls...falling one by one.....
The words fight me like an enemy and hang on me like a child drowning....simultaneously.
Can you help me?
Can you raise my words from the dead,
can you bring life to them with your pen?
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