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Tagxedo: Street poem

There was a pile of urban rubbish awaiting collection, and since this is Bloomsbury,  a passing poet penned his or her tortured lines on a piece of warped laminate

poem on urban refuse
Hurtful you ARE…
Denial your IN…
SACRED we ARE
Though Buried within
Memories Reflect
and Stories Begin
lost in protection
of hearts I can’t win
Back to the End
Where these WORDs SPIN
Round in a mind and
And Dreams with you in –
Tortured I AM
In love I am in –
No Memory can Replace
The prison I’M IN

This is the poem in a word cloud Tagxedo format…and here Frizztext has posted for others to join in the making
tagcloud of a Bloomsbury street poet

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playing with photography @ eljaygee whilst Tell Tale Therapy has a weakness for words

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