Working
Sometimes the words flow on a smooth balm of thought,
Others they breeze through on a laugh.
Then there are the times they gnaw their way out,
Cracking ribs along the way.
Others they breeze through on a laugh.
Then there are the times they gnaw their way out,
Cracking ribs along the way.
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