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Author's Inkwell
Smoke Signal
Posted By: Derek Date: Sunday, 2 April 2006, at 8:32 p.m.
How did the signals become so crossed
that the whims of smoke
overshadow how the fire did start?
When did we become
so entranced
in eloquence and not a stance?
For as I pass from age to age
in the here and now
no greater war is waged
So swords may come
and they may drip
but pens leave wounds that time may skip
In this I mean
what is not said
will often leave one truly dead.
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- Smoke Signal
Derek -- Sunday, 2 April 2006, at 8:32 p.m.
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