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Your words twist
and turn
Red hot, they brand
and burn
They escape before
life begins
Like a dagger in the heart
they twist in
They burn like acid through
the soul
Burrowing deep in darkness,
taking hold
There they reside, writhing,
twisting
Ready for rebirth in
silent seething
This your making, your
child of lies
Your creature of
inner sighs
Limits have been reached,
lines crossed
Beware this wily, tired
ole’ fox
Beware the calm and the
oncoming storm…
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on June 8, 2014
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