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And i write . . .

Poetry By: paradocs1967
Poetry


Past 4


Submitted:Mar 15, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Time trickles down

my swollen tongue;

splinters on the cracked glass,

splashes on the bulimic page

and there you are:

a wet wisp of a nightmare

grinning like a wound

below my waiting fingertip.

And I write . . .





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