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Words

Words

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Scattering,

Slipping…

I bound the letters,

Closed my fists

And caught the words.

 

I lent them meanings,

Underpinnings,

I gave them feelings

With a fiery blaze.

 

Words, once they

Had an identity,

Began to deviate,

Veer away from set patterns,

They began to know themselves

From the new meanings

They assumed.


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