sometime
i want to send a word,
a group of words
like a group of woman to smooth, lean up
cure and possibly make me a way to you.
no matter
how
i tried,
words are meant
to be
writing.
what spoken are flying pigeon word,
what you want is
another
world
i see only of words.
so,
tell me what is really your word
or your worlds?
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