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exhuming the hatchet
I dug a hole to bury the hatchet,
worn and dull with nicks and scratches,
threw it in as well as some dirt,
partially buried in the earth and then,
I plucked it out with second thoughts
and held it in my hands once more.
Maybe it deserves another chance
and acquiesce to severance.
To first be resharpened, then be swung
on tangled heartstrings and tied tongues.
worn and dull with nicks and scratches,
threw it in as well as some dirt,
partially buried in the earth and then,
I plucked it out with second thoughts
and held it in my hands once more.
Maybe it deserves another chance
and acquiesce to severance.
To first be resharpened, then be swung
on tangled heartstrings and tied tongues.
Published 20th Sep 2014
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Anonymous
21st Sep 2014 00:56am
Nicely worded & cleverly written winterwrought.
25th Sep 2014 10:00am
21st Sep 2014 1:54am
25th Sep 2014 10:02am
Glad you do. :) Thanks.
Seemed incomplete to me in a way. Yet complete in another. Ah well.
Seemed incomplete to me in a way. Yet complete in another. Ah well.
22nd Sep 2014 4:02am
25th Sep 2014 10:02am
