26 lines
1.2 KiB
HTML
26 lines
1.2 KiB
HTML
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date: 2019-12-26
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weight: 6
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<div class="verse">When I speak, the words drip from my tongue as ink,
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and form writing on the ground,
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and I leave a trail behind me,
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and the ink stains your feet,
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and when you walk, words and phrases and sentences are pressed into the soil,
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and the ink breathes life into the plants,
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and even the grass will flower,
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and the bees will flourish,
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and they will both sting you and provide you with sweet honey.
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The ink stains my chin and my clothes.
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Sometimes, I speak into my hands and stain my cheeks as well.
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I speak against my fingers and press them into my flesh until I am covered in rosettes.
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I stretch my hands to the sky and marvel at how black they are.
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And as with the grass, where the ink stains, growth quickens, and I am covered in soft fur.
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I fall to all fours and hunt amid the rocks and the buildings, between cars and along trails.
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And when I am full, I curl up to sleep, and awake human once again.
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My skin is clean and my mind is clear,
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and I cannot speak.</div>
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