A place where words get cursed

I liked you as a person

& that gets translated

misconstrued

to more

some kind of admiration

worse

love affection

& baby that’s just not so

I can see you as you are

without the need for action

a mind can see a mind

sparking neurons

words pouring out

sparkling & flashing

creating riffs, rills

tumbles, jumps & spills

but that space between us

where ego fills

is the place

where words get cursed

land of the damned

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