the cast of words we are locked in,
a name tattoed in self
names joining and disjoining
title as shadows moving with you
things never seen, flattened as a word
experiences, playthings of a tongue
sounds flowing in the air,
letters crying over the paper
signs shivering in a screen
telling things they never know
chaining the hands , eyes and mind
losing expression in the torture of words.
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feeling the stomach?
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