Strange words launch themselves
Into my earholes
They tickle at the crevices
Filling them in
Forming a smoother airway
For the words to land on
I welcome the passengers
With a smiling face
But I still can’t understand
What they’re trying to say
So I just smile
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Author: Jack Bennett
Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.
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