He could always be relied upon
To fill in the gaps:
No meaningful silences for him,
Unless, momentarily,
He paused for breath.
His lack of forethought dazzled,
His words peppered like shot,
Stunning the nuance, it fell,
Bleeding over his ignorance.
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I would like to translate this poem
this is an awesome poem. Its perfect for how I feel right now from Kate Hutson (no im not joking)