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Till Dust and Then
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My Artform: Finshed Oh sweet. why do you look that way, with tears even. I look at you and i have all the reason i need. You walk a melody melow and cool, and without notice, i've tuned my life too. A skip and a hop, from these springs in my feet. A song from shy lips that only part to ask a pardon. Everything i need you give, yet i didnt know one needed so little. Everthing i need in your hands, holding nothing in the middle. Given the chance, i'd do this same song and dance, step for step, word for word, till we're old and grey. Till my dust, and yours.
Nice, Milyardo. There's
Nice, Milyardo. There's something about this piece that is capturing me. Gosh I wish I was in the mood to let something inspire a write. Cuz I think this poem moves something in me. Just in reading mode right now though. My head is in job hunting right now. Anyways... liked the way it hit me.
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