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Your deepest desire is to possess,
And yet you are abundant with love,
However restless the urge,
It is locked in a cage,
Because of your blindness,
Keeping clipped it's feathered wings,
And wear it's eyes upon your face
Like the tattoos painted on Atayal women,
And feel your way through the darkness
With tentacles extended out through the apex of your heart,
That emerged from the desperation of being forced
To learn how to thrive off of suffering,
Feelers for intuitive mime and bands of neuronal waste,
Originating through longing,
And surviving off the dreams of the dead.
You are the first one of your kind,
You don't have to crawl on hands and knees
In order to be blessed and hallowed,
Just remove the paint, and wear the feathers
Of the softest ugliness you can find
In the hollow places of yourself,
And they'll grow to be as beautiful
Or more beautiful as those you grapple and claw
Lure and conspire, to possess,
That belong to others,
Because you can only ever
Have what you have,
And what you do not have,
You will never have.
12:47 AM 7/5/2013
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I thought I left a comment on
I thought I left a comment on here. Either way I take it back now because it ends beautifully now. Good job (;
thx...still may make some
thx...still may make some changes. wasn't real happy with the flow. but thx, justanotherscreen!!
~peace~
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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. "