Stolen words.

Stolen words.

A Poem by Samantha Koshiol
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Circa 2011. Lots of lovely depressing pieces from that era. This is one of the less depressing ones.

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The words whisper,

Like the winds in the winter.

Each verb giving me chills,

While the nouns feel bitter.

So I cough, hack and quiver

Like a cigarette quitter.

Save my breath for a better use.

Even if it's spent covering the truth.

© 2012 Samantha Koshiol


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Added on November 27, 2012
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Samantha Koshiol
Samantha Koshiol

Born in St. Paul, but proud Sicilian., MN



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This St. Paul native, finds herself crazy. I was once told: "Everyone is crazy, those who admit they are, are. Those in denial are the ones we should be worried about" more..

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