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How Strange (Free verse) by T. Becquerel
I met a man once He wanted my words But didn?t say it; He yearned for them Without knowing. He made a noise, Perhaps it was his last cry, Perhaps his Typical emotional waterfall Had made him The messenger of Humanity. So I wrote my words On a piece of paper, Folded it, And began to hand it to him, But his arm Had already Been wrenched From his body.

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