She sits with her words
That spin through the cycles
He sits with his words
That he will not speak
She melts into words
That don’t have any meaning
He melts every word
To mean something concrete
She chooses her words
She chooses her sweater
He holds to his word
As he sinks in despair
They both love their words
They both love each other
But all of their words
Are dissolved by the air
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Cindy Koch 