strikethrough

 

 

 

 

 

I promised

to keep quiet  

but the words keep rising—  

           worthless 

                    weak

a chorus I never chose.  

 

So I write them down,  

then strike them through,  

as if crossing out  

could silence the echo

               worthless   

                       weak

 
 
 
 
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