WORDS

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I deal with words all day.
And when I close my eyes, tired.
Your words play around my mind.

Sometimes, I dread
If my pen bleeds your words.
And handcuff my memories.

My words pay my bills.
Yet, I let your words take over my mind.

Sometimes.
On nights when the heart bleeds,
More than my pen ever will.

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