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I remember you telling me

what I could hold in my hand

I try to hold yours

but sometimes my fingers are slippery

I try to pick up the fountains in every city I visit

and only get pieces I can’t take only give

I want to leave something here

but I don’t have anything to spare

tell me

how have I run out of words

I still have so many things I want to say but I

can’t I can’t I can’t

I write down my mind so I can feel it twice

What does that mean for my thinking

if all this thinking is just what I’m worth

and I just can’t do it anymore

Isn’t that all we are

trauma walking on two legs

and I can only forge keys

when I’m already in the cage

tell me

if I still have so many things I want to say

how have I run out of words