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A Crime
You could call it a suspension
In mid-air…
Waiting for… Or to embark…
On one thought.
And in between there exists
A thought so slight…
the letters just don’t capture it,
Nor pictures sustain it.
It is flimsy
And pointed…
Stern and jolly.
In my head…
I can control the way it feels
But on paper…
Well…
It falls victim to interpretation…
Yours, and mine
May not align.
What I meant to say was direct…
but then I added it...
To allude an escape...in case
You don’t like the intention.
Maybe it was surreptitious,
Possibly sarcastic,
I might have just insulted someone…
It might have been you...
But you won’t see it...
Because all I placed
In between thought one and thought two
is a fancy little
Dot dot dot
That little thing… I use
as a loophole.
I’m guilty of a terrible crime.
I over use...
The Ellipsis
