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And the words are like bullets, dancing as they cause my pain and scar me, and it reminds me of a child that can't balance very well. A little poem I wrote for English.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 27 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 01-25-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2626953
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The battleground
over the phone,
where words are
bullets,
and they dance
through the air
to your end
like a young child
pretending to be
a ballerina.
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