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Words 3
Give me words,
more words,
almost all the words,
words like the endless
salt in the deep true sea
that first washes
then drowns.
Without words
I will lie in time eroded
on a flat rock
in the sandy desert
and exhale everything
once
into the sky.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.