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“I could do this forever,” I tell the words.
Won’t you get tired? The answer is yes, very tired.
We will lose meaning on the way, we will become gibberish.
We will not fit in stories or poems, but stand alone on stray lines.
We will be lonely and no one will love us. Few speak this language,
I hear it in my sleep.

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