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© 2006 Karen M. Raymond-Hart
writing the poem is like the cutting phrases without context powerful unto themselves words as bullets, jolting surprise sometimes like the sting sometimes like cool liquid on warm skin I bleed nameless words I bleed because I lack words twisting to fit yet still not quite my razor is thirsty words dribble to nothing cauterized 6/10/2004