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Post by hypergrl513 on Apr 12, 2004 14:28:21 GMT -5
Letter by letter Word by word Page by page My soul unfolds The blue ink seeping Into the starch white pages Changed forever Never to be erased Never to be forgotten My heart is ready to breathe
I hate that I write you Into every word that I type But the truth is You're the only thing That inspires me
Dancing with words Grooving from my fingertips My pen is my brain The paper my only outlet The silence my only shelter
But you don't deserve To read the words That spilled out of my eyes Instead of tears That kept me safe And warm When you refused to
I’m drowning in these words In this ink In my tears But I guess I’d rather drown Than thirst
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Post by aj on Apr 29, 2004 1:33:16 GMT -5
I like that you saw the ink in this piece as an extension of your vital self. To meld your work with your life and make the point of it's importance to you is very powerful indeed. Nicely done.
Love, AJ
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Post by xxbreathlessx on Jun 3, 2004 16:16:42 GMT -5
omg thts so awesome! i love how u wrote it, great job! ;D
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