I am no poet
I move my tongue
around used words
waiting to be exposed
while they pile up outside my gate
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I no longer trust you
I want to scrape you off me
scrape
scrape
down to my bare numbers
Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-07-11 at 15:08
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