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Dec 2016
Your words
Drip
Like a tap that's
Always on

Or a trashbag
That's ripped
And never ending
Garbage
Rolling down the
Highway

Blowing out
Inside the
wind of fear

You cause
Destruction

Then need repairing

Can't you hear
Your own
Words

Echos
Instill
Deliberate hollows

Rip me
Find me space
Karisa Brown
Written by
Karisa Brown
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   Lora Lee
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