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Palabras, los anos de mi vida yo camine buscandolas.
Words, all the years of my life I walked around looking for them.
I want to chew them, lick them, suck them down. I want words that
cut and leave a sting. I want words that make my ears bleed when I hear
them and my mouth dry because I am unable to utter them.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection

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September I've never noticed September before Until I had nothing left September wanted me to laugh at the Foolishness of summer and sneer At the bitterness of winter The colors sizzled on top of everything When the cool air nudged and poked At the fading summer heat It was when I had nothing left That I made September mine

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