What These Words Hold.

These are all I have.
When all else fails,
These are all I have.
Letters, words.
Punctuations, the curve of a comma tickles.
The perfectly constructed sentence excites.
That paragraph, so well stitched together,
Warms me up as though it was winter.
A letter, composed like a piece of music, bringing tears to my eyes.
Those stories, sandwiched inbetween those book covers,
My imagination patiently waiting to run wild.
These are all I have.
When all else fails, these words won't.

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