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May 28, 2013

Inflection

Picking
At old words

Crusted
Like scabs

Irritating
Stale blackness

Only
When we dare

To dig
Much deeper

Does the fresh
Red and real

Finally
Start to flow

1 comment:

  1. Rachel HoytMay 28, 2013 at 7:48 PM

    But the broken record response is so much easier! :P

    Great poem.

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