THE KARMA OF WORDS
or it might be the hard rain of uncried tears the release of bitter years, and the hillside slides drowning the town in mud-thick words of spite
or like a levee breached a flood of turbid words in places never reached roils the hearts with moil of moods standing stagnant days on end until the skin stinks of rage.
Mike Geary
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