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take away my words
steal my only weapon
the singular sword that I can wield
each letter a dagger
every verse a sharpened edge
slice your finger on my vocabulary
pierce your skin with my tongue
taste my language
touch my repetition
breathe in my rhetoric
join me in solace
write me like a poem
and be the last lyric that I compose
can you hear the rhythm of my love?