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Saturday, November 9, 2013
Wasted Words
Wasted Words
Pour them out on paper,
They run like,
Wet water colors,
Fading into,
Unrecognizable combinations,
Random mixtures of
Regurgitated thoughts,
It makes me sicker,
To read them,
Twice
Or to think,
I ever
Sent them to you.
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