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Dec 2020
I let symbols stick to me,
as I cling to the threads of language,
between myself and the selfish world.
I taste large crowds in my mouth,
suspended on the threads,
between their language
and the reckless world,
searching still,
those hidden alphabets,
I forever seek.
Written by
Ron
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