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messages of time fell through the cracks,
dropped to be forgotten for the who attracts,
eyes point to the ground in doubtful rage,
as the words tell a story written on the page,
being too late to say those things in mind,
not so easy to search for the words to find,
nerves take over heating the veins,
as the sweat pours out leaving stains,
if all those things come out but no words to tell,
why cannot they flow at that moment with a love spell,
because self doubt wins against the trying for loving some,
filling the mind with pressures that this person is dumb.