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Jan 2014
My pen exploded
it's dripping
dripping
dripping

I can't write with it
must save my hands
hands
hands

The words are gone
they mean nothing
nothing
nothing

Wind runs through my fingers
but doesn't stay
stay
stay

This wasn't meant to happen
I don't understand
understand
understand

without words
I am nothing
without hands
I don't exist

and if it means nothing
I will never
understand
Linnea Haukbjørk
Written by
Linnea Haukbjørk  Salt Lake City
(Salt Lake City)   
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