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Poetry by Brandon WordSmith — exploring love, loss, faith, and the human experience. The site loads its full interactive experience with JavaScript; what follows is the readable text version.

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ou don’t know what you do to me

You cannot comprehend it Your hands are reaching, ripping open Wounds I thought had mended Your sweet lips they utter Words of another Not words of those who Should be a lover When will we wake up Kiss and make up Wounds get taped shut When we shape up Find new ways up We will stay up If we just Make up

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