My profile seems depressingly barren, and I felt a poem about words might be nice. Be gentle with me.

Hollow vowels 

and empty words

concocted by tongue

and lips

that greet

and part

cause swivelling hips

that swing with declarations,

with admissions 

and proposals

that drop to the floor

and send ringing echo

of vacuous


The End

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