Poetry (words)

Scribblings 

Mightier than the sword. Or cowardly in its execution. The words that spill, the things we’d never voice. In fear? Of what? As the ink is still drying our feelings are laid bare…we read over and over for mistakes, but our real mistakes happen when we constantly rearrange. Write it down and walk away. 

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