Well it looks like I am going to throw them out and hope they no longer plague the mind.
The words you have let fall to the page
Cut deeper then any knife
Slicing in to the very hart and soul
The words being only the hilt of you weapon,
The meaning of the words
Being the never ending blade.
Piercing my very being
With every letting falling upon the page
The pain in my chest grows
The under standing and meaning
More painful then any slice of the flesh
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