November 29, 2010
By Dylanjegart BRONZE, Thibodaux, Louisiana
Dylanjegart BRONZE, Thibodaux, Louisiana
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I'm convinced that this doesn't make sense
Every word on the tip of my tongue
Every line in the back of my lungs
Every blended sentence
Falling off of the next
Removing the poem from deep in my chest
And how it cuts my tongue
It's like kissing razors

These words have no effect
Well maybe a little
This might mean something to you
But no one would know
So tell me
But you wear your words
Like a noose around your neck
So kick the chair
I'm done writing this.

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