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Quarter past two circles before a new rise
ocean ways to express, pick pick pick!
for damn sake, don’t ever forsake
Behold, my love! But love, is it love?
Mine a’ myriad, words like words
do you
like words?
are you
like words?
drifting
afloat
fleeting
fading
going
away, again and
again and
again
Is it better
with words?
Aye! Such pleasure
cripple without touch
Is it better
without?
but can we do
without?
Chains made the bubbles pop
I want it without
All — without
Better? Ah,
how could we —
could we ever know?
Do you
like words?
Are you
like words?
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