I lost the quintessence
of my rainbow beaded being
along with
the calligraphic indian feather pen.
The blood from my arteries
are replaced with black ink on paper.
The ingenuity of it all.
How much I despise it
the unoriginality ?
Not feeling me in my own words.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
I lost the quintessence
of my rainbow beaded being
along with
the calligraphic indian feather pen.
The blood from my arteries
are replaced with black ink on paper.
The ingenuity of it all.
How much I despise it
the unoriginality ?
Not feeling me in my own words.
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