Pitiful wordsMature

Pitiful words are all I have,
how can I show you,
make you understand,
with this ill-fitting medium.
I am flesh and bone and blood,
not ink and paper,
nor am I vibrations,
nor photons
nor a smell, a taste.

To you I am words,
I want to be more,
I'm you, but different.
Pitiful words.

The End

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