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Words so often b e t r a y us we say not what we d e s i r e

   Words so often b e t r a y us
                                 we say not what we d e s i r e
A beautiful thought lost

as a wisp of smoke from a fire

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Eli123qwe

posted June 11, 2013 at 3:31pm UTC tagged with poems, thankyouhazel

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