Friday, 13 January 2006, 21:23 | Category : Poetry
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I found your words where you left them
Floating disconnected near the path you walked
Where you tossed them carelessly
Once you were done,
Once you had wielded their edge
I think somewhere you might want them back
They expose a part of you that should stay hidden.
Words released are words unbound
And owned by those who find them
For better. For worse. Forever.

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