My words will be left behind
Inside this filter you've added outside
Your words will be intertwined
Between your assumptions
and my elaborate notion of 'kind'.
Not much will remain
Except letters, now homeless and vain
These stubborn crystals will deceive
you, me and the invincible sieve.
My sweet words
They have no meaning
Or any place in this lonely jar -
I've heard you like your coffee sour.
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