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Stick with Me

Stick with me, words that:
Glare on the wall, sparkle and italic.
Stick with me words that are:
Pink behind the grey wall, standing out.
Stick with me words that:
speak to all, speak to me, that are alone.

Stick to me, phrase that:
are familiar, used, cliche.
Stick to me phrase that is:
in a bar, restaurant or in a house.
Stick with me words that:
speak to all, speak to me, a phrase that is alone.

Stick to me, is it meant for me?
Stick to me, should I follow or go?
Stick to me, but it stands alone on a wall.
But I look at it, so I am stuck to it, glowing as it sits there speaking to me.

Stick with me, has me, grabbed me, won me over.
Spoken only to me, so I stick with me as I glare at it unable to move away from those words.
I am stuck to stick to me, a statue like the others beside me, stick with me -a prisoner.



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