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Eat My Words
If you are hungry for words
then why not eat mine?
They are both sweet and sour,
desperate yet full of hope.
A raw wine is in them,
and the unripe fruit of my soul.
Bitter are they,
yet let them season, mull them
in a jar of awareness.
They may in time
enrich you, feed your being,
then, if you are kind,
return them to me,
that I might consume,
and taste a meaning,
only you may discern.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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