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Jan 2013
So many other words,
I have written on blank pages,
blue lines crossing from side to side.
These words seemed different.
Winsome words.
Alas, they pulled me forward
to a secret place.
Yes, these syllables were strange.
I'll could say them
over,
over,
and
over,
again.


Don't leave me.
Kendra Gibson
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