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Words

They come

rushing forward

rolling off your tongue,

spitting through your lips.

as they fly

through the air,

you never realize

what damage they

will do.

They hit me

with a force

unimaginable

unfathomable

unreal.

like a spear stabbing

straight through my heart

i feel as if i

am dying.

physical abuse can

heal with time

but words

will nestle within

and haunt you forever.

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The Farmer

With strength and courge

and a furrowed brow,

the old man picked up his rusty plow.

He walked out to the field

bent down, kneeled,

and prayed before begining.

He prayed for past days,

the ones withered away.

He prayed he was far from his dying day.

But once in the field,

he never did yield

to the task he was set to do.

Once he was done

in the blistering sun

and his shadow was long and thin,

he took back to his house

where he sat with a bottle of gin.


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