Thoughts
Come,
Come down from that pedestal
that I have placed you on.
Let me see,
explore
your inner thoughts,
memories,
that kill me.
Stabbing my heart,
letting me die,
keeping me alive,
with outter thoughts and words,
that you so nicely placed upon your tongue.

Trudy Knepp - 0211323@acad.nwmissouri.edu

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