Words. They don't impress me.
They are empty,
though not necessarily light.
You didn't use words.
You cut into me with a deed
and against this i have no sword
with which to fight.
Besides, why would i
cut the silent cord
devoid of the lie?
I've always wanted the real.
So here it is.
shut up. sit back. And feel.
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