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You
play with words
like wooden blocks
chiseled from your wooden
heart

words
bullets smeared with
M A C Pink Nouveau
targeting my ego and aiming to
hurt

just
because you can
you bombard me with squadrons
of letters trained to
execute

I
let you
not because I'm weak but because
your oral bombshells induce a state of shock and
awe

words
scentless, invisible-stealthy
but loud and clear
when they ring
out.

© 2007 Aaron Bayley