So how much power does a word carry and how much affliction do we bind on black and white something to think of isn’t it well here I have a little wordy design for you I call it
Word
Here these words of mine echoing in your mind taste my salivating wish words desired before now I wish a kiss, death rips me from your gloves life crushes me from above yet my words my breath my desires everything that’s left unsaid
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