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words traced with blue veined foot
washed away by salt water
your name echoes in empty sky
floats away into foam
you never came when
i called
your name became meaningless
you have forgotten what i told you
your name only means something because
you are attatched to it
horses become blocks of ash with a
simple turn of phrase
fire and water written down
are half empty
blue could be you could be me could be a tree
could be we if word history had happened differently
meanings undulate but do not
change
locked in a labyrinth of language trapped
words traced with blue veined foot
washed away by salt water
your name echoes in empty sky
floats away into foam
you never came when
i called
your name became meaningless
you have forgotten what i told you
your name only means something because
you are attatched to it
horses become blocks of ash with a
simple turn of phrase
fire and water written down
are half empty
blue could be you could be me could be a tree
could be we if word history had happened differently
meanings undulate but do not
change
locked in a labyrinth of language trapped