Breathing words

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the papers are naked
and there is a wardrobe in your head
letters are falling on top of eachother
crashing, colliding, sliding into place
neologistic but so realistic
your words are breathing
and you don't even know.
taking control of all that's around you.
they are shaking, earth quaking
feed, feed
the soil that lies within your skull
we'll watch from the bottom
as seeds start to hatch
and out comes flowers
sprung by the raindrops that you consumed.
your words are breathing
you must know.





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