It's how
you say
what you
leave out
It's leaving
images
imprinted on
your eyeballs
It's saying
verse
to wrap your heart
with words
It's remembering
rhyme
to keep for a time
when needed as armour
to shield yourself from
our barmy world
It tells us of
life and death
from the first
uttered cry
to the last
breathed sigh
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