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I love verbs; they define all the life around me
I hurt, I lost, I have, I love… They are perfection in such tiny spaces Creating life and death, they always are. My adjectives give power to my verbs Or make them softer when the ear is faint Still they mean nothing by themselves Just coloured leaves supporting a soul’s crown All the time the nouns give me a direction I always look around to see the world To find that special thing that “is” That makes the world go round I play my words, I bring death and create Our language is one thing that brings us closer That special feature makes us question And gives us possibilities of life
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