it grows like kudzu
we chop at it
belittling it
despising it
pained
planed
and exasperated
unsure and flustered
at the amount of it
water outs the fire
smoke stifles the respiration
like a hand over the mouth
of a noise
a phrase needing completion
though you know it already
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