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“Pages of my life sealed inside a book like bookends at a fairground holding steady until the rider mounts; Still unwritten not yet ready to wear,   this garmented padded book of tales isn't finished yet” ~~~ from https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4871833/sewn-to-the-pages-of-my-life/ by Vienna's Bombardieri ~~~~~ it is not a total rarity, but not an impossiblty, that one of yours scripts feels that it has been ripped from mine eyes, necessitating a gasping grasping of me as if her Vienna words, like stout hands, squeeze my already constricted throat to close in entirety near ceasing my breathing <> for the writing comes easy, add a page daily, sewing neat stitches, smooth connecting linear designs but the book never finishes, and Wonder if this unending is a knelling death mark of Cain, that my mythology resonates, boasts of no resolution this possibility previous unconsidered now seen as a likely vision and do not comprehend how to feel becoming a page in a book, to attic directed, boxed for the eventuality of removal by the 1-800-GOT-JUNK a very busy institution and put my shriveled fingertips down in contemplation of my erasure
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Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 12:38 PM UTC
Pages of My Life
“Pages of my life sealed inside a book like bookends at a fairground holding steady until the rider mounts; Still unwritten not yet ready to wear,   this garmented padded book of tales isn't finished yet” ~~~ from https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4871833/sewn-to-the-pages-of-my-life/ by Vienna's Bombardieri ~~~~~ it is not a total rarity, but not an impossiblty, that one of yours scripts feels that it has been ripped from mine eyes, necessitating a gasping grasping of me as if her Vienna words, like stout hands, squeeze my already constricted throat to close in entirety near ceasing my breathing <> for the writing comes easy, add a page daily, sewing neat stitches, smooth connecting linear designs but the book never finishes, and Wonder if this unending is a knelling death mark of Cain, that my mythology resonates, boasts of no resolution this possibility previous unconsidered now seen as a likely vision and do not comprehend how to feel becoming a page in a book, to attic directed, boxed for the eventuality of removal by the 1-800-GOT-JUNK a very busy institution and put my shriveled fingertips down in contemplation of my erasure
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Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 12:38 PM UTC
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