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 Mar 2014
little red
these words, they wriggle about the page

and you wish that for once,

they'd just stay still.

so you can put them back

in the order they belong
and make sense in

but they won't stop moving
they hide behind punctuation
in bullying, driving huddles

words jump out of the book
and into your head
running circles and squares
you want them to stop
we beg them for calm
but they hold you prisoner of a jail
youcannotescapefrom.

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