LANGUAGE
The language is leading me
cleaving calls lovingly
replete repeatedly
pleading your imagery
The language is weaving me
murmurs it's muttering
uttering utterly
metaphor morphing
The language deceiving me
lavishly languishing
shocking so mockingly
betrays exsanguishing
The language is leaving me
escape flees fleetingly
abandoning empty
language leaves muting me
Randy Resh 2015
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