I tire of the sound of my thoughts.
Redundancy in my tone raise personal
concern of overly dramatic reenactments,
yet the crowds cheers. Embellishing delivers
applause, yet writing the words calls for shots
of whiskey. I watch those with no self criticism
and only strengthen my own. These told stories
rank the pecking order, but solve nothing.
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