Those raw words

Ever wake with those raw words

shaped like the beauty of a flower

those words that inflict pain

more than a dozen knifes

politely removed from a back

once the embitterment dies.

Those raw words dance around

beauty and laugh as telepathy

confuses and refuses to accept


those raw words

those raw words


burn baby burn

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