Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Words*

 



Words*


Utterance that comes out of the mouth

Deep breath that heads north from the south

A bunch of syllables that mean not a thing

But it is soothing when a lullaby sings

Pitch that can be heard and that is broken

Those words in your pie hole, that are always spoken


Dom*Colucci 2011

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