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∴

some words you can’t get back
you can’t unslap a cheek

some let loose
and fly

each word a wasp
stinging without honey

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i had other words, too
and they were true
they were honest, earnest pleadings
and well wishes
and wants

but i let them go

i gave them so freely
like cottonwood seeds
on an apathetic breeze
as if they weren’t important

but seeds become a tree.

they were just words
but they were words of mine
– backbeats in my heartbeat –
and i sold them with a nod

some words you can’t get back
and you may miss their parting

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