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Gentle Skin Upon Jagged Rocks
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My Artform: Finshed Im frozen in this ice berg.
And though i see the persperation,
i know time waits for no one.
The feel is gentle skin
thrown upon jagged rocks.
I want to put paper to them,
but then
what would i have left.
I never wanted to let you go.
Beyond your light,
the canvas blank,
i never even looked past you.
This is my favorite of yours
This is my favorite of yours so far. It has something the others don't. There is a sense of deep pain with the courage to persevere... it speaks very loud of a place in us all that society "poopoos", but without it we have become spineless in every way, like sheep following a statue of gold instead of indiivduals following their unique life path.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
really good... you got me
really good... you got me with that one. My mind is in poetryland. Thanks!
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