dripping words

appearing slowly character after character

on the paper, on the screen, on my mind, in your hand

meaning is lost and i can no longer hear what you say

the feelings i have are replaced by other feelings

and you will never really know

i’m just cut from another cloth

i know this because i can’t understand where your words come from

space after space, then dot dot dot

i must flee from these other things and address the fact

that to belong in that world

is something quite different.

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