There are words ensnared within me
Ducking and dodging, hiding in deep dark places inside me
Like squatters, leaving debris and tags marking their territory
Never showing their dusty, grimy, disheveled faces
Faces that are probably radiant with a good scrub
Like an infestation, overwhelming,
Frightening, but nev
Unsure if their presence is good or evil
It’s the uncertainty of their motives and
Their next move
Sometimes they seem to show themselves
Apparition-like, wafting in and out, watching
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