I've been composing this for you for weeks.
Writing in the air and waving to wash it away.
It amounted to nothing and weighed on my mind.
I had a large smile on my face:
a conversation with hand flailing
intellect
volume.
Happiness quickly dissipates as it often does.
Waning self confidence.
I hate these sharp and twisting knives
inescapable and
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