Chewing on words

a poem's rough edges cuts the tongue, barbed irony abounds, jagged with reminders to go slow or pay the price

the script informs how one must speak the words dense, disturbed, distant, a mixed emotional concoction of removal

this prose tastes abandoned, a story from one age eaten more than morsel, if one cuts the edges off to find the center often hidden

Swallowing these lines

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