A Speck Of Grief
A dot like to flow into a word.
A little bit of a wound turns into an alphabet.
I'm a poet.
If the gift of your likes form,
You live in every love.
If you embie the wound,
You are eternal in compassionate writings.
I always whack with words, with letters.
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