To make it up to you
Running out of space
To move these mountains
Always sprinting
Then pausing to catch air
And wondering if maybe
A consistent pace would go further
But time is running out
And you’ll never know
Never ever know
That everyday I choke on these words
They drown me in their desperation
To get through my sewn lips
They catch on my teeth
So I chew on them
And swallow them down for another day
Space is dwindling
And these words have become
A towering mountain
Of my own construction
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