One day they just left
A few words were thrown
Landing across faces
Crashing through windows
Plummeting to the floor
And scattering like beads
Stepped on and kicked
Before settling silent
To be swept out the door
And they followed
Not bothering to close
The door behind them
HASTYWORDS 
They carried so much with them, no doubt leaving a trail of debris.
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And in their wake, grief – relief – rage – confusion – denial – celebration – cleansing — all
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Hasty – sometimes they do just leave
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Hello hastywords, sounds like something that i’ve done.. Sometime ago, for the improper use of prayer! i’ve now released..
i miss you….
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Have you ever seen Mrs. Nature, face all her leaves towards you?
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That is murder on the heating bill…
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