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there are days when words are all I have
words sliding letter by letter from the
end of a pencil, turning blank white paper
into pieces of me,
pieces that can be packed away
and forgotten
until they’re unearthed in dusty
shoeboxes and yellowed notebooks
where someone will find me
when the words are all that’s left
words sliding letter by letter from the
end of a pencil, turning blank white paper
into pieces of me,
pieces that can be packed away
and forgotten
until they’re unearthed in dusty
shoeboxes and yellowed notebooks
where someone will find me
when the words are all that’s left
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#80 in the 100 Themes Challenge - Words
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That is so true! I really like this poem!