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Eppy B K Avery
Poems
Dec 2014
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If I were to write a book, the words would prescribe me a dosage of self help.
If I were to read that book, the words would listen and diagnose me meaning, whilst I’m kicking and screaming
If I were to read aloud the book, it would say, “They call me a rain cloud”
What if I was the book, the book would say:
I’ll be your thimble: But I’ll let the needle ***** you on the thumb for your sense of reality
Sew your tears for torn premises lost in a fear of what’s out their.
Cover thy hand past the rugged fingers, “fear not, for I am that stitch to heal all open fissures. Come, weep and cry out for me. I’m waiting.”
I can tell I was dabbling with religious texts at this point
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