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Jun 2010
Statements proceed much further
(Further)
then a wicked wind does blow
(ya know that)
Penitence abounds as speech,
unmindful leaves ones soul

Utterances pierce tongues of few
(yet)
thrills a myriad
(no matter)
Be it ended with a question mark,
a dash or period.

Formulate all that you crave
(Crave)
within thine own confines
(you know that)
Utterance views not through ears
to slip free from the mind.

Remember, once a phrase takes flight
(And flies)
it can not be retrieved
(Can it?)
Unless you’re faced with a Mentalist,
conversing as they read.
Β© 2009-2010 By A. H. Shadow Rai AKA Lisa Brown
Written by
Shadow Rai
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