Holding Hands

Come with me I know precisely
Which direction to go I said laughing
Face to face with the unspoken word.
Never afraid to fight you,
Never stopped building the new language
Only for us.

I put on my best dress
I killed everyone around
Just for a moment of solitude with you.

Come, I said, but do not look at me,
Like I at you.
The new vocabulary can now describe with easiness
The true detail of this abandoned land
On which we slowly walk through the mud
Holding hands.

And for a while there was an echo.

The word, however, did not reply
The word kept still
And winked at me before
It jumped off the bridge.

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