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Can't Mean Much

It’s just a story

It’s just words

It’s nothing crazy

Just thoughts and ideas

It’s only letters combined

What’s it matter to you?

What can they do?

It’s just being human

It’s only me

Can’t mean much, right?

Probably not

It’s probably

Pointless

But

What isn’t?

They are just metaphors

And memories

It’s just emotions

It’s just a person without a filter

He ain’t shit

It’s just poetry

It’s just poetry…

It can’t mean much.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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