On Writing
 
Words
Just words
On white cold
Paper wet ink
Smudged, thoughts beg for truth
Or dare tell secrets past
And present, resent, repent
What do they all mean these fragments?
Spindle shanks of unspoken deeds and
Acts of cruel intentions left unwritten

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Hawkeyes   Hawkeyes wrote
on 4/20/2008 11:58:37 PM
A little different from what I've read but I'll get used to it.

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