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Sep 2019
You may take our words and make them yours.

But our fiery spirit is what makes a true writer soar.

We scribble with our hearts, like so many who’ve come before.

For most it’s therapy for their internal raging wars.

Our words are endless like waves crashing along the shore.

Slowly eating at your conscience receding more and more.

Like the rising and setting of the sun our words will endure.

Therefore armed with our pens it’s you we feel sorry for.
Written by
B D Caissie  48/M/Canada πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦
(48/M/Canada πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦)   
       Bardo, Mack, sue, ---, N and 4 others
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