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All these
damn poems
must be
a serious
business
a mysterious
pricking of skin
that begins to sneak its way in
invading the heart and soul
each word a burrowing mole
spawning verses like curses
and the worst is
you never quite know
the truth of what you are sold
or which lines
were really for show
But when the page is shut
and all ties are cut
when the blood has dried
and a last tear cried
then out into the world they go
where silence screams
forget
yet
still I dream
of you  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 7th Jan 2023
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