Anyone who knows me will tell you I'm a talker.
My quips, my questions, my sca-ta-tat-tered lines.
My voice runneth over! It's terribly true,
those words that you think bring me closer to you--
Not nearly a lie, but maybe adjacent?
True intentions get caught in the basement.
Yes, silence is golden, especially mine.
The results of my Rorschach hide between its lines.
FREED VERSE 
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