Boomerang Words

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The words are like boomerangs

Throwing themselves into the darkness

When the words come back

They use you as a shield

Letting the words absorb into you

The words echo in your head

Taint your blood

Cloud your vision

Until it's over

Just a name in the obituaries

And a memory of the forgotten.

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