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Words
Words, they are only words
What exists here before you
Is only words
Capturing not a heart nor a soul
Nothing in these moments can be known
Only these words
Perhaps you may feel something
If I can convey feelings
Perhaps you may feel something
From these words
I am blank with nothing real
I saw an ant cross my bathroom floor
It was alone
Why was it alone?
I am alone
© August 2003, William Grant Preston
