Loquacious, little livid
Speak the mind's reason
The words burn inside the mouth
Like leaves in fawl-season
Curtious just won't do
It wears the hourglass down
The hours are so few
Ignoring ev'ry frown
Talk is the priority
Fill the room with words
Flocks and flocks of nonsense
That scatter like the birds
The words make nest in air
Or sand where large waves fall
Lifes is a stage for now
Where hearts play no role at all
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