Words of words

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This is a poem about the way books sometimes make me feel.

Submitted: January 15, 2010

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Submitted: January 15, 2010

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As you stare down at what you hold in your hand

You wonder why you vision starts to blur

It's been to long so take a stand

Deep inside it starts to stir

Relentlessly they scorch and blaze

The pain of it pierce like blades.


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