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We wrote words โ on glass
with a keyboard โ of glass
We wrote from voices within
speaking the voices without
hesitation.
We cut down the trees
We pulped, pushed
and pressed
the words upon the paper,
bound it by sin and more pressure
as homage to the fallen ones.
We wrote words โ on glass
We mourned the fallen,
Boye, Hemingway, Plath, Sexton, Woolf,
we mourned their words โ unwritten.
We wrote words to remind us
of what we once were,
we wrote words for others
just to remember
โ us โฆ
