Outta Words

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I don't know why,
and I don't know how,
words seem frozen,
somehow.

Try, I did,
but in vain;
upon failing,
cry, I did.

Quantity,
verging on prolific, yes,
quality,
seemingly non-existent.

Is this it,
I ponder,
this journey's end,
I wonder.

Clichéd to say,
that words fail me,
so I can only conclude,
and state: I failed them.

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