if I turned cliché
would you be cliché with me?
we could be the fire
internal to writers,
and coin stupid phrases of
ourselves
you, andI breathe clichés, formulate
the weight of lost scriptures:
thou shall not covet truism
but I will, cliché as I be.
while you sit and wish
this was your kiss
it's another cliché.
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