Closer
I live with my words,
It’s a defense mechanism.
A coping strategy,
Like a good mannerism.
These expressive views,
Never go out of style.
I can scream thoughts
They run for a mile.
Close to certainty
Not to perfection
But my crazy words
Are close to a million…
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