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There could be words

Hidden somewhere

Deep beneath

The surface of the page.

 

Little fragile creatures,

Terms and profits

Comfortable, alone.

 

However connections are severed

Between us and our definitions.

 

The words themselves resent

The beasts we have created

Out of them.

 

As they crackle and fizz

Then melt and dissapear.

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melanie coady

Tue 6th Sep 2011 22:52

aw yeah one of my favs so far xx

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 1st Sep 2011 20:12

Good start to the month, Kealan. 'terms and profits' is a thinker. Were you eating Rice Krispies with Coca Cola as you wrote this? A nasty word - 'disappear' - just do 'appear' first, and you're home free.

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