WordsA Poem by thenakedverseA bullet flies as quickly as a
scribble. Ink bleeds as fast as
blood. The pen meets paper like a shell to
skin. But fingers have no safety latch, no choke to contain
their release. Semi-automatic words and trigger-happy
thumbs Can massacre. And Mark David Chapman opens Catcher in the Rye.
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