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THESE WORDS ARE EVERYTHING

Up and down

like a yo-yo

twirling between

your once loved

fingers

in and out

like a monthly

cleaner

getting rid of

your dirt

hiding the dust

under the bed

together with

forgotten underwear

and long hairs

from women

that are less

loud

or

less angry

or

less hurt

or simply…


less


than me.


there are

no words left

to write

for you

or songs

to slowly whisper

in your ear

my poems

will now belong to me

and the songs

will be just an echo

outside your doorstep

I will not break

glasses against

the walls

I will not scream

inside my pillow

or punch the door

you will never see me

angry as you wished

because you will

never see me

again

and remember that

these words are

everything

or maybe

words

might be

my only thing

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