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Poetry

Pictionary Protest

He smiled. 
My face felt so hot
my hand grabbed his arm
and I wanted him to know why.

At that moment he was an exact quote;
a Shakespeare.

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Poetry

price of silence

I didn't want to say anything misconstrued 
but how had I stopped speaking entirely?

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Poetry

born for this

Maybe a poem  
is on my index finger
the words scribbled in red
signed,
God