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Saving Face
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My Artform: Finshed She means something to me, something more than most.
To fix this, she told me, you have to show me something,
Say something that means something.
I could not muster the words nor shed a tear.
I did not deserve her, so I hurt myself.
I turned and walked away.
She didn't understand my action.
I showed my back to her because all I had was backbone left.
I was trying to save face.
lucky you still have a
lucky you still have a backbone. Mine disintegrated when my face fell off. Couldn't save it.
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Lucky you still have a
Lucky you still have a backbone. Mine distergrated when my face fell off. Couldnt save it.
Those words are poetic and speak volumes. i named it for you, i call it "Misery".
its my favorate poem right now. you should post it, i love this one.