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Words
are so often subordinate
that I don't know where to place them:
in a haystack
or up a tree or even shove it
down the sewer
dear love,
words will find a way:
I've spent my days in a bookstore
leafing through
classics like "War and Peace,"
and "David Copperfield,"
dreaming away
in the world the writers created for
themselves.
It is all so damned heartbreaking to
see the world
caught up
in so much drama,
mainly the
drama of reality tv.
Which isn't reality at all,
but an alternative of it. and words…
words are often at the heart of
it all,
struggling endlessly to breathe
in such thick atmosphere.
are so often subordinate
that I don't know where to place them:
in a haystack
or up a tree or even shove it
down the sewer
dear love,
words will find a way:
I've spent my days in a bookstore
leafing through
classics like "War and Peace,"
and "David Copperfield,"
dreaming away
in the world the writers created for
themselves.
It is all so damned heartbreaking to
see the world
caught up
in so much drama,
mainly the
drama of reality tv.
Which isn't reality at all,
but an alternative of it. and words…
words are often at the heart of
it all,
struggling endlessly to breathe
in such thick atmosphere.
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