Tuesday, September 24, 2024

Poetry- The Word is dead

The word is dead until it find it's reader holding it with one's eyes seeing it with one's hands staring at the typeface sensing the apex, bar, vertex that's distinct and daring at times it is as plain as the whitespace The word is dead until it find it's reader.

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