sometimes words

words.
prattle.
and rattle.
skeletons.
making love.
on tin rooftops.

i hate words.

but sometimes
words whisper
lush soft stories
of golden sunets
dripping from the roof
of the grass
that leads
to the fresh cold
of wah-kadait

and sometimes
i love
sometimes words


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