or 'Word Processor' from Its Inside-out & Orange I eat your words,
They go in through my ears, whole into my mind and drop heavily to the floor of my stomach not able to pass to my intestines. Unprocessed rock words roll & clatter with the flow of emotions & hours. moving & banging against each other, grinding down over a millennia of moments of churning and settling into the pit as fine sand to filter the water of our everyday lives together, flowing through me minutely. Some words take longer than others.
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