(Inspired by a line in a poem that I can't remember)

words have no meaning anymore.

they should be rationed -
luxuries at wartime, like
chocolates or pearls or

i would save mine up

hide them away behind
my eyes so that
couldn't steal them.

lock them up with an

and then at the end of the day
when the sun deflates
and sinks behind the wirestrung
livingbreathing buildings

i run home

taking the backalleys filled with
cats and dogs and trashcans and something else that
i don't want to know about

to use my words that i saved up and wrapped
in tinsel whispers
"I love you."

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