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When I was younger I used fists Instead of words Pummeling Pounding Breaking To show how I feel I continued this As days Melted into weeks Blending into months Years Until I stumbled upon The pen The perfect conduit of expression In my personal opinion Refined Polished Not sharp But sharper Gliding with grace Drawing conclusions Imaginary lines across Your face Stabbing you Not inadvertently But injecting the truth In a convenient little vial Only enough But not enough To keep you wondering Watching Mesmerized Sitting at the edge of your chair Alert Anticipation Coursing through your veins Don’t look away You never know when I will pull the trigger Unsheathe my knife And glide tainted rivers Spelling out everything And nothing   The worst’s still yet to come Who knew something so innocent Could prove so lethal?
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
Violet Ink Puddles Cut Deeper Than Knives
When I was younger I used fists Instead of words Pummeling Pounding Breaking To show how I feel I continued this As days Melted into weeks Blending into months Years Until I stumbled upon The pen The perfect conduit of expression In my personal opinion Refined Polished Not sharp But sharper Gliding with grace Drawing conclusions Imaginary lines across Your face Stabbing you Not inadvertently But injecting the truth In a convenient little vial Only enough But not enough To keep you wondering Watching Mesmerized Sitting at the edge of your chair Alert Anticipation Coursing through your veins Don’t look away You never know when I will pull the trigger Unsheathe my knife And glide tainted rivers Spelling out everything And nothing   The worst’s still yet to come Who knew something so innocent Could prove so lethal?
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
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