Words Words Words
I’ve been walking through myself
everyday a different life
I said I must stop
and I will
I will
stop
but
my words
words
my words
are spilling
out
and nobody understands them
and I can’t find myself in them.
Oh for a draft of Dublin
and I’ll walk through it
drink its words
every step
and then I’ll stop
found
I will
I will
stop
still
now
with
so many words
to be coffined
with me
words
my words
dying
to be understood.
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