poetry, word

Dot. Dot. Dot.

Cut it off

Pluck it out

Rip and tear

Muted word

Count the cost of it’s life

Its too precious, 

Oh, my precious

Silver and gold and pearls

Slobbered inside pigs’ jowls

Dripping sticking

Toss it

Or 

hold it inside

Treasured up

Keep and watch and wait

Don’t let the breath stay sitting still

Too long, To leave

It 

Paradoxes 

of the both

Undecided indecisions

You won’t let it live or die

But create it not to be

And never was it

Worth it 

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