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Sep 2012
Words
Loose as old rusted nails plunged in the wall
Missing picture frames of smiling faces
Slip, slip, slipping
Blurring, running from lips held tightly
shut.
Whisper, please whisper.
Don't say a word.
Take it back, pull it back in
That large bolded word
Traveling past
Like a missed Sunday Train.
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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