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Lonely Words

I am not really lonely.

I have words that caress and comfort

that knead my heart and need me

and fill my brain and fulfil my mind

and I may be alone

but I’m not really lonely.

Heart

It lies beneath this breast bone -

rhythmic, pulsing, alive -

yet still.

And its futile

and messy

and cold

and it has had enough.

Speechless

And the words are hiding,

stowed away,

trapped between teeth

and absorbed on the tongue

like sugar and salt.