The point of writing really
Is writing, of speaking is
More speaking, signing signing.
The point of even thinking
In words for words is more words.
You just have to be convinced,
By your mother shouting words,
By your old friend, not to toss
The ones you replicated,
The ones you call my language,
Or was it my diaries,
In your poem about almost
Tossing them all in the trash.
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