My words it takes.
They gouge and burn,
Hurt, as the turn.
In my mind,
I try to find,
If this is meant to be.
My poem grabs hold of me.
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The last two lines are the ones I struggled with. Any suggestions?
This page it waits;
my words it takes.
They gouge and burn,
hurt, as they turn,
in my mind,
I try to find,