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Words struggle to burst forth

from the fleshy cavern of my mouth,

smashing against the tidal wall of teeth.

 

An angry, implacable wave

that yearns for freedom

as a tsunami yearns for destruction.

 

But does a wave yearn, feel, want?

Does this tumble of words

have deliberate intent?

 

Or is it a random gushing torrent

that springs into being

from the depths of the well within?

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