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I’ve lost my words.

I think they might have been stolen.

I think I know the thief.

He can’t give them back.

He doesn’t know he has them.

But I’ve lost my words.

I am an echo-cave

Emotions endlessly circling

Spiraling and repeating back

“Hello”
“Hello”
“I think I am sad”
“Really? Me too.”

Sad isn’t a word.

Sad is as flat as the world used to be

As flat as I feel now.

Can I have my words back please?

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