Words
The words bite me,
Gnawing my eyes,
Ripping out my tongue,
Silent forever.
Except in my head,
Where ideas shoot
Into space,
Like sputniks from China.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-11-27 at 13:37
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