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Haunting Words

It’s the words,

they’re back,

they’re haunting me again…

 

and I’m compelled to listen,

as if they’re my best friend.

 

Nudging and nagging at me

time and again,

 

until I write down what they tell me

and begin to transcend…

 

beyond the ideas of yesterday’s woes,

into an abyss of endless prose

 

from which I’ve grown

to be able to sort

 

into enlightened, rhythmic lines,

for me to export.

 

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