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The way words are put together
Perhaps it's poetry
and I read it, hear it
beautiful as it is, I seek out
pieces of a person
words that wait for me
because we all revolve and spin
maybe never catching the teeth of the cog
that will make us tick
if we click, I'm still able to rotate in time
proceed with certainty and purpose
I want the inner workings to be my world
smooth and balanced
no jarred movement or brokenness
the way words are put together
sees me spin
those teeth can also tear me apart
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