Do you wonder from where
so many poems breathe or
where is the heart
of these poems ?
They were the words
that failed me
when I most needed them
like you.
Now I am making space
in my dictionary
to those who go out of their way
Words weeping with out tears
linger longer
My words do fly away
it seems poems are dangerous
places to stay
I stopped them
where else is better ?
They prefer your arms.
I am alone again

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