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Words

words dry on ink blots
rambling through reams of parchment--
the pen cannot speak

clogged thoughts grow restless--
as sunset bursts with color
to open new phrases

fingers slowly draw
rugged lines taking a twist
molding  shaped image.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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