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Feb 2018
You don’t trust
Pierce me with words
Silver tongue sharpened
Clean entrance
Catastrophic exit
I don’t let go
Perforating my edges
If my word will give way
But it won’t.
Written by
Shelby Jencyn  Syracuse
(Syracuse)   
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