Words come nimble smooth and quick
Words resound and found to stick
Cunning lips to hardened heart
til words come fast and tear apart
The hungered soul in which they gaze
To fill and seal their serenade
Letters made to flow and fuck
til stranger-ed lips do interrupt
Quickly caught in moments heat
the flow of words and letters cease
To find the strength to force them out
These words absurd yet right somehow
Gift from him do words ascend
yet flowing further back again
Choice our saving grace though faith
to choose the words to set the pace
Letters slow to us resemble
Words come quick and smoothly nimble
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