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Jun 2014
I hammer words into a sentence
rhythmic prayer or even a stanza
push my chosen into the furnace
until heated red hot retrieval
and hammer over and over
ringing on the heart-shaped anvil
Until exhausted fall onto knees silent
silent with waiting for an answer
Written by
nivek
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