words advertised incite
thoughts swallowed once spew in foamed defamation
trepidation tiptoes quietly back inside
the safety of a bed full of pillows
hands hesitate to reach forward tuck beneath arm pits of despair
stomach shrinks as hope has been tossed repeatedly
from behind locked doors filled with peering eyes
envisioned peace sinks beneath waves of crimson tides
MeeAugraphie
07/20/07
Forget trying to copy these words, you would not be able to explain them if asked, even I have trouble deciphering them, and I know from whence they came, and it was not from the mouth of a copyright infringer, nor from their pen, or keyboard, or mind, or muse, or chalk, or written in their sand.
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