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Poor word, you’ve lost your breadth:
You no longer mean what you were meant to mean.
If one were to utter you,
You would not be taken seriously.
Due to abuse and overuse,
The vibrancy you held,
And the freshness you contained,
Is like a vague dream now.
Feeble word, I cry out for you,
For you cannot stand up for yourself.
I aspire to preserve your beauty,
Before it is too late.
Blessed word, you will always be defined to me,
Worry not about your admirer;
Know that I will ever pour and not sputter,
Unlike those who regard you not.
Lovely word, make your nest
Upon my tongue.
Let our affair remain throughout time.
I’ve planted forget-me-nots to remind me of you.
I will not be like those who speak many things,
But have very little to say,
Nor like those who don’t say enough,
When more is necessary.
Believe that I will do you justice,
In a world where you are continuously assaulted.
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