1,000 Words

A 1000 words
Like that gone into oblivion
Where, where could they have gone
Come back, come back
Please do not make me re-write you into
Your place
So cruel words can be
Little words tattered and torn from their home
Left out to the cold and snow
Leaving me high and dry
Wondering if they are ever coming back
But no, no
I am left all alone and left to re-write
Some semblance of their memories into
This work I toil over
Day after day trying to make
50,000 of the little bastards
A story with passion,
Drama and extermination

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