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in the beginning the word was with God the word was God & now I’m afraid to say the word that steals the morning before toast and eggs before my mother calls to say her word; a word I refuse to pronounce. Words that remind me where this poem began comingtogether; Words forming something I really don’t want Words that somehow sacrifice the person needing them. Words that cannot be beautiful. Words that no one solicits. in the middle of the night, during a snow storm. Words that have become desperate Words that have h o l e s, Words that cannot be trusted Because who knows what these words do when they’re alone? Because who knows what these words do when they’re alone? Words that cannot be trusted Words that have h o l e s, Words that have become desperate in the middle of the night, during a snow storm. Words that no one solicits. Words that cannot be beautiful. Words that somehow sacrifice the person needing them. Words forming something I really don’t want comingtogether; where this poem began Words that remind me to say her word; a word I refuse to pronounce. the word that steals the morning before toast and eggs before my mother calls now I’m afraid to say the word was God & in the beginning the word was with God
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