Lurking Fear

The page the page,
rising away uplifted by wind.
Fills me with rage.
The words the words,
penned in by unsteady hands.
Sting.
Sting me into a tear filled state.
Fingers fingers,
loosen and release.
The page the page,
uplifted by wind
fills me with rage.

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