There are words over letters

Sunlight over guts
Truths over facts
Porno over sluts

God, it was so haughty.
All those awful ties.
Does it make me lofty —
all these little lies?

Dominance is everything.
Everything's too much.

Poetry is elitist. Type me that it’s not.
Poets are such elitists. Type us that we’re not!

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And when you type me open.
When you write me out.

Letters will be broken.
Hearts in love with clouds.

When you typed our hearts in love,
happiness came out.

And then I saw the sun again
reflected on your heart.

I thought we were aristocrats,
you love me cause I'm not.

If Earthen Life will fail us all,
you love me cause I'm not.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

And if our love is meant to be, and even if not love. 

I know there is a universe, below and up above. 

I know there is a universe, all vectors and above.