I want the words to soothe my soul.
To make it better.
To fix it all.
I want them to say something purposeful.
I want them to fix my turmoil and confusion.
Set it out.
In a vision.
I want them to answer the questions I ask.
To the last.
I want them to be mine when they come out of my mouth.
Not this awful mess.
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Beautiful! I really like this
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