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Nov 2012
putting words out there
just to get them down
to expand the pressure, the energy
that's beating me down

trying
to find
a rhyme

to fill a space
to fill a line

anything to be more mine

to move myself forward
to hold myself back

to make
the thing
that was what i lacked

words
words
words

for better
for worse

for me
for mine

like the need to exhale
or sneeze
or scratch

my words
are the me
that makes me
a match

sparking
fizzling
dimming
and dark

my words
are the fire
that leaves me
a mark
Written by
Brooke Barnes
337
   MS and Brooklyn
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