The Words In Abundance...
i always have use of these words,
never consumed, always multiplying, never enough,
they're like the money that comes inside my pocket
with hate, i spend all of them
never retaining a part,
because that is what they are meant to be
to be scattered, wasted,
always slaves.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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