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About This Poem
ACRID SOUL
HURT (Acrid Soul)
Hurt
Lingers
on her tongue.
Lips unable
to adjust. Prayers be-
came her remedy. Lips
slowly moving; causing her
tongue to breathe yet again. In hopes
of not tasting another acrid
soul as he. Now, oft to the next entree.
Pace, G
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05-07-2012
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