Words

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The words I try to speak,
The thoughts I desperately seek,

Don't come out so well,
Like the witch and its spells.

They come out twisted, tangled,
And almost formed into a wrangle.

I struggle in this position,
To find out the definition,

Of understanding on this land,
That will soon happen hand in hand.

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