The only words that matte
are new.
They arrive in flares
on rushing breezes.
Snag them with a pen
at odd intervals in mid-stride.
Composed during conversations
wait
with ink in your blood,
for moments alone,
to be bare
before blank pages.
The only words that matte
are new.
They arrive in flares
on rushing breezes.
Snag them with a pen
at odd intervals in mid-stride.
Composed during conversations
wait
with ink in your blood,
for moments alone,
to be bare
before blank pages.
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