December 6, 2010
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Words hanging
in the air,
a second out
of place.
Falling into
perfect rhyme,
a rhythm of
its own.
Below the skin
the cadence is,
giving it
a life.
is the heart,
it's very soul
created by myself.

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Book_addict said...
Jun. 13, 2011 at 12:25 pm
Great poem!
qwerty42 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jun. 19, 2011 at 7:04 am
thanks! :D
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