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Talented Youth
Delicate words fall at my mercy,
Like paper crumbling in a writers hand,
Suffering thoughts now pawns of disposal,
A soft spoken language in a chaotic land,
Whip of the tongue unleashes pain aplenty,
Drawing on hatred, love and regret,
These words settle on pages of the soul,
No sooner written then time to forget,
A poetic spirit now wanders this realm,
No place to go, nowhere to belong,
I crush it, tear it, sever the talent young,
Vanishing like the wind, I am gone.
