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Jan 1
every word
in this conversation
has been said before
they fall exhaustingly
at the door
verbs
dying of boredom
on the floor
vowels
wishingΒ Β they were dead
sentences
refusing to finish
pronouns
dying at our sound
adjectives
don't even show up
every word
in this conversation
my love
has all been said
before.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
34
   Maybelater2
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