Tap comes dry

Faltering
Failing
Words coming out
Haltering
Heavy handed
Lost the delicate touch
Words dropping like bricks
Instead of fencers touch
Breaking and broken
False smiles and fake friends
Loss and pain
Words and words
But all just the swirl of broken leaves
In the lonesome autumn night

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