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Needed to write something. Couldn't come up with what. So decided to start on a poem collection based on whatever page I open to in "The Writer's Block" by Jason Rekulak
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Chapters: 3 - Words: 253 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 07-20-11 - Published: 07-12-11 - id: 2932126
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I am self-contained
and with that self being what it is
I find I am leaking, often.
I dribble words like liquid gold
or molten lava
priceless and hot,
with anger and emotion
And a bitter acrid sense of burning.
I could brand you with my tongue
gambling my heart away, on
three small words.
21.07.2011
2:08AM
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