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Mar 2012
As trite and gray as words
become with time, my heart
becomes an ashen leaf
in fall; or kitschy art;

or something even deader,
as old coals, so far abstract
from life that words should give
them meaning;Β In fact,

that I might be troubled
to convey this worthless stuff,
I find the lackingness of language
barely dead enough.
Β© K.E. Parks, 2012
Karen Elena Parks
Written by
Karen Elena Parks  Arlington, TX
(Arlington, TX)   
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