In a way both
Happily, confusedly, and fearfully
That there are enough letters in the English alphabet
That languages can gonfler sans arrêter ou mélanger.
Frotter
Frauder et
Frapper
Words tumble upon words
Yet worlds somehow don't converge.
still there is room for
Forget
Forgive
And follow.
With 26-
And a limitless amount of combinations-
Still not enough to express our hopes and fears
Because we have pictures and hieroglyphs, too.
I am but a letter-
Or a punctuation-
Wanting to write a book.
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