With places and spaces
Half empty boxes
And threads (tattered)
Has baffled the experts
Doctors scratch their scalps
And wrinkle their brows
While I writhe at their feet
But I know
There are words that can save me
If I dig them up
They grow from the earth like pencils in a cup
Ready to sctach the surface of me
With a new song
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