Further
Each word is an atom
Each breaks to letters
Each letter has its turn
And orbits…
In mesons to unite
Has ranging how and size.
But never
In single, or compiled,
Can play with senses
Hot or cold, or smell
Or the taste, flavour.
Words are lies, intrigue
Manipulate, also fool.
Words are whores, scarlet
And our eyes, fall for them.
And further…
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