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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?