April 19, 2011
By , Hartland, WI
A rumor sounds like,
Someone’s self esteem being run over by a truck.
Mischief smells like,
Mosquito spray trapped in a small room with no fan.
The swirl of loneliness sounds,
Like three inch long nails scraping against a chalkboard.
When you toss sadness into the wind,
It returns as your worst nightmare.

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