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Jan 2017
Despair unrequited asked of me;

where do proverbs, poems...
such wisdom's go to die?

do they expire with the ink of thought
penning themselves out of imagination?
or simply tire of expectation?

tell me
i would scourge
that unenlightened grave-site,
guillotine its immoral keeper,
decapitate him upon
a writerโ€™s block!

show me
i will breach earths bowels
wrenching words from darkness' depths
with the light verse of celebration
a calligrapherโ€™s paragraph of praise.

only then should i rest in piece
from wordy passion
scribed with its, novel pleasures

when spent,ย 
upon my epitaph do write;

'she was consumed,
birthing words to life'

ยฉ Qwey.ku
Written by
Qweyku  Wiase
       Krista DelleFemine, Rose and ---
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