a lack of talent and an excess of space

sometimes i wonder if there’s a point to even writing this

the feeling i want can’t come out in words they way it is

the word that comes after the next never is right

clunky‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ and awkward‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ and every shade of‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ wrong

can’t you just crawl into my bones and just know?

know the point i’m trying to make?

know me the way i do?

know what i mean without me meaning it?

i don’t think sentences are enough to

fill in the blank.

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see?

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i could’ve written anything there and

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you won't ever know.

Author Notes: interlude 1 of my larger project called "spacing out"

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