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Friday, May 13, 2011

Sticks and Stones...

Every letter sliced through my skull
Cutting through like razors.

A black crust curved around the folds of my brain
As the words seared into my mind.

They became a part of me
Traveled with me

And singed every thought

They slowly burrowed deep into my subconcious

Unnoticed yet as powerful as ever.

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