I hear the characters
Inside the typing
The letters that spell
Words of sniping
I count the seconds
It takes the trigger
To lock and load
With angry vigor
Harmful sentiment
Intended for harm
Packaged pretty
Faked as charm
Candy coated
Adrenaline high
Tears surge
As emotions fly
And I am left
Without meaning
Making Spirograph art
From all my bleeding
HASTYWORDS 
😥
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Nice hasty, may i ask why there is always so much darkness throughout your writing?
Not that it matters, possibly only the way i’m reading your material!
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“Making Spirograph art
From all my bleeding”
That is a wonderful – although sad – image. Well done, Ms. H!
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I remember spirograph!
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Reblogged this on William Chasterson.
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