Words crumbling,
Language crumbling,
With so many lives,
With so many schools.
Monuments not built,
Yet, each one expressed
Eagerness to live in.
I am not in the mood
To mooch.
Monotone is there, of course,
In each word, each language.
Feel the monologue, dear,
And jump up the wall,
There in between you and me.
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