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I'm standing here.
He's standing over there.
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Because it seems more involved,
More succinct,
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Every word that you write is the start of a river
Tumbling and fumbling its way to the sea
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Wasted air
Wasted air
by Kia Tenshi
20 lines,
on Jan 29 5:34 PM. In angst, dark, emotional, words, thoughts, sad, depression, pain, love, life
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From vivid childhood
black words reverberate;
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The words and all the things you've done,
I can't believe that it was fun.
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nothing ever seems to come out right
when I speak my words never say enough
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Constant, steady;
Always, forever;
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About FreeRice
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words
touchstones between
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See this window
I fall through
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Grip tight these patterned, lettered forms
Which squirm on ragged syntaxed lawns
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What is a heart
but an organ for living
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A simple twitch of the wrist, and your brain's in your fist; what a wonderful thing is the word.
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Words spoken in darkness
shed their own light
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Your words struck my heart like silver darts,
Embedding themselves the way through.
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Take your Words,
And paint them high-
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Nonchalant; that endless prose
Am I the only one that knows?
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Another peaceful summer’s day lost
by the hungry flames of a broken truth,
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Language
That blessed gift of words
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Once more consumed by romantic dream;
In a bubble, drifting, through worlds unseen.
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When the spewing ends
of these horrible words
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words cannot words undo
they are but moments suspended in time
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They are power and might.
They curse and they kill.
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we Whore our Bodies, but not our minds.
trapping our thoughts in dark confines.
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Words are my epitaph / they lie so easily upon my lips / and thrust forth their nurturing / salve to ease a / weary poets wounds. / I fear
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Blue haze, wordly maze, / Emerald glistens, no one listens, / Peacock proud, shows in crowd, / Prussian starch on the march, / Royal blue firm and true, / Wild blue yonder worth a ponder / lazuline word,
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