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Sep 2014
Words are like fruit,
hanging freely,
really just waiting
to be plucked.
Some tantilize the tongue
with sweetness,
pieces meeting
our mouth with
juicy meaning.
Others leave
a sour shock
to our senses.
When this
bitter biting
heightens
the now rising
sense of
crying,
we recoil.
Curling away
from the
not so ripe
narration.
Patient,
for aΒ Β more
cohesive cocktail's
coming.
Just a little thought on writing
Kvothe
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Kvothe  28/M/Newcastle, England
(28/M/Newcastle, England)   
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