This Poem:

tear it apart

eat it alive

don't wait until

the words have died

where they lie on this paper

their blood yellowing the page

their bodies rising vapour

In their burning pencil cage

read into it

everything you want to see

make me

whatever you think I should be

just do it

before I flee with all my words

fading, erasing... nothing at all

The End

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