Anger
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Category : Poems
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My anger can't tear paper Can't break ice It's a virus crowding the inside of my heart, mixed with the toxic, bittersweet, feel of generosity and kindness. It's like 10 heavy books balancing on 2 tiny sticks. I'm worried that one or both will snap, it will be a huge mess when all the books come tumbling down. Even if a little gush of wind hugged the little sticks, one by one the heavy books are gonna fall and hit the ground.
