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I used to be able to hold words in my hands
I used to be able to hold words in my hands
I sewed them together like a tapestry
Could’ve carved out Aphrodite with them actually
A sculpture, both figure and verse
Testament to love
Now all my words come out sounding so rehearsed
And yet, all in a rush
Tripping and shoving
With no rhythm at all
Racing to see just how fast they can fall
Van gough to stick figure
The words fall like sand through my fingers
There are cracks in the glass
Beauty that won’t last
The paint has chipped away and the clay starts to crumble,
Where once stood a masterpiece there is now only rubble.
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