Words. When words lead the way, straight across a page They remind me of soldiers marching, Searching helpless yet still brave. Trapped inside a book Solid, still, never swaying Chained into their place of Waiting. Waiting. Waiting... Their #life is little for hope of an emotion, Shall they bring sadness joy or maybe commotion, Mad though it may seem, Half a second or even less dead, Absurd, worthless, A word?
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