i was talking to myself the other day
but i wasn’t listening so i don’t know what i said
i was talking to myself the other day
but i wasn’t listening so i don’t know what i said
I was writing a poem
but then i stopped,
realising i was the poem.
I pointed to my toes,
each one of them,
and my shins,
and kept going up.
and then I saw your toes, spread out, splayed a little, from the weight of you
and realised you were the poem, too.
I am typing this right now. You are reading this right now. I am typing as you are reading. How can this be?
Sometimes it’s fun to write words. So I just did.
A word is a thing which is very literal. It says what it is. Word.
Here is a sentence.
Here are some more words.
These words are below those other words.
And this is my final word.
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