Blatherskite

" To the lonely, the mediocre, the invisible, the insecure, the unkind, I love all of you because love isn't earned, it is needed and deserved by everyone yet that doesn't make you any less special. "
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the sound of her words clashing
colliding to form nothing
from her lips chapped and lined with dust
and cobwebs from broken hearts
they are a universe
of intertwined letters
to form the peaceful raging dark
that drunken buzzing souls forgot
because they only reach out calloused hands
to brush their bruised fingers against the stars
but to her that's enough
her hoarse whispers don't go far
a repeated nonsense like the breathing of her lungs
breath the breaths of the people as she falls in love
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blatherskite
n.
a person who talks at great length without making much sense.