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I will not crave the admiration of others on the reflexes of what I verse, incomplete metaphors  are a valuation of what you perceive in what is collected in the vaults of my indiscriminate imaginings. I will throw a penny in the fountain of what I spill in unprecedented flurries. Would you catch what I scatter into the pond of vacant words. Would you catch what I throw? or watch the ripples of what it could become. I will always throw a stone in to the white to see what splashes on the verges of mind. I'm more deep than I know, how many coins will you throw to see my depth. Will all sink not showing the shimmer of my words.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
How Many Coins Will I Collect
I will not crave the admiration of others on the reflexes of what I verse, incomplete metaphors  are a valuation of what you perceive in what is collected in the vaults of my indiscriminate imaginings. I will throw a penny in the fountain of what I spill in unprecedented flurries. Would you catch what I scatter into the pond of vacant words. Would you catch what I throw? or watch the ripples of what it could become. I will always throw a stone in to the white to see what splashes on the verges of mind. I'm more deep than I know, how many coins will you throw to see my depth. Will all sink not showing the shimmer of my words.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
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