Words
Poetry is nothing but noisy words
Words telling stories, each wanting to be heard.
Stories of woe, bliss, lust, and rage
Crowding, pushing, and filling up the page.
When the words peacefully become one,
Harmony is found and emotion is un-done.
Noisy words on the page instead of in my head
No longer can this toxic emotion spread.
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