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Dot dot dot
Words seem worthless
when written on a screen
bare, naked, truth/lies
things better left unseen
unread, not typed
never etched onto this place
still we continue writing
within this empty place
dots follow my sentences
time after sweet time
you couldn't understand my hate
for this screen of mine
rather hold you close beside me
whisper in your ear
have you with me, listening
just having you so near
so, dot dot dot, then silence
you'll meet me at the end
although this, our life, seems empty
we're slowly on the mend
no need for cold text here
just sweet words for you, my sweet
when at the end we throw away this
and finally, lives meet.
