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The words dance at my tongues tip

And at the front of my brain

Just waiting to express

My joys, my pain


But they always keep dancing

Bottled, now they may be

My feelings want out

But they shall never be free



Written on

August 23, 2005 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This wasn't written about anyone, it was just how I felt at the time.

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