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Malcontent
November 29, 2011
I stare at foreign words.
My handwriting -- I did not write them.
Not conciously was I there.
I absorb the hatred spewed in ink,
Wavering, strength refusing me.
Cyanide lines I don't remember.
I hold my tongue to others.
I turn the pen on myself.
© David D., Apple Valley, MN
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