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march 24, 2011 - noon

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Words are my craft
Like teenage angst
And wicked blues

Words are too
Your craft
Like separate them
Wheat from chaff

Words are my staff
A fleeting bond
Soliloquy

Ours- innocence torn
But yours- faithfulness sworn
For words are too
Your staff

You spoke
Chains broke
You whispered
Stars tittered
You vocalize
Skeletons rise
You sing to bring
Salvation wings

Your word and mine intertwine
Locked till yours consumes mine
My scarlet lifeline your word
Bespeaks grand fireworks

My wish a prayer
Be mine word hither
A lifetime your praise
Now and forever

Your word, you are, endures