Every sentence you speak
is like a line I wrote
twenty years ago
when someone asked me
what the perfect man
would say.
Your words move
through me like a tidal wave,
knocking me out
with the ebb and flow
of their syllables.
But what you say
is not the same
as what you do.
Anyone can talk
a good game.
I should know -
I do it too.
So what now?
The words have run out
and it's your move.
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