Spoiled Words November 3, 2007Posted by jak in Creative Writing, Life, love, Poem, Poetry, prose, Writing.
Reach up towards threatening words and close them in your hand. Squeeze them tight, and let no light, reach such poetic sands. Let no grain of prose based pain, drip from grasp to ground. When true joy you find, a lover to bind; echoes of elation will sound.
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