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Sep 2020
The Word enlivens my veins
They team with life and fight red cells for space
The whole structure is like my dermal case
The words and meaning articulate like a face
It comes out of my mouth but not because I don’t like the taste
They like the taste
They copy and mimic and try to trace
I say it’s okay and reiterate like tre
Three points of the same
I’ll never incinerate and to those who ask I hand off my tray
Written by
jacob charles
85
   Druzzayne Rika
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