Those Words

All words dress

their tiny lines and curves

in black,

looking much the same.

They blur together—

grey streets

across a page,

taking us to bigger places.

So why do some words—

made of letters like the rest—

stop my eyes,

catch my heart,

and drain me

as if they bear the beauty

of a million worlds

in those tiny arms?

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