Poem #192 (Words Matter)

My poems are practice, everyday I try to write a few poems no matter how rough or unpolished they are. This practice helps me regularly push my mind into a creative pathway that becomes more familiar and routine. 
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I tweak the words and corner the page

ink bleeding fast as the rain falls

splatters, book spins worn out and

shredding the mind, into letters

into sentences frag-

-mented and destroyed.


 

Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! Please follow to read more poems! 

-Alina 

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