When you say I love you
Why does it sound like a shortcut to a desert
Where there is no way out?
It hasn't rained for 250 years
Where the words go to die
Which once left
Burdened with a lie
And later lost a wing.
Why are you taking me there?
Where not even vultures go
Because the flesh of dying words
Is lethal and soaked with the tears unspilled
Of those who craved loving words
But only got one-winged birds.
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