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alienx

Words sent to you

on replay

throughout the day,

you touch my heart

with an undefined emotion;

difference emits

from the ways in which

you touch my skin

& send me into a fit.

Words that make me itch,

whose meaning doesn’t stick;

lousy twits run it into a ditch—

myself included.

Words I wish to tell you,

but they don’t have much value,

you deserve a thousand more

& a thousand times this;

indefinite ways to show

what words cannot convey—

a lifetime of films

is what I’ll have to create.

XLIXLIII