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    take away my words

    steal my only weapon

    the singular sword that I can wield

    each letter a dagger

    every verse a sharpened edge

    slice your finger on my vocabulary

    pierce your skin with my tongue

    taste my language

    touch my repetition

    breathe in my rhetoric

    join me in solace

    write me like a poem

    and be the last lyric that I compose

    can you hear the rhythm of my love?


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