Words

words like clouds

melt in and out of each other

taking shape

and trailing away

 

I can taste their sharpness

their salty sadness

their acrid rage

their musty lust

their rotting grief and sadness

their honeyed happy

their cotton candy hope so light

 

words are the inside

on the outside

 

 

 

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