It's funny, this little tickle in my throat.
The words of a poem that I never wrote
itching to be heard, to leap from my lips.
Sadly they'll forever live on that precipice.
Existing only in the world of what is yet to be
existing in a world that most will never see
Have these words, not the ones I want to say
but ones that are vague enough to see the light of day
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