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I Visualize the paper With its spaces and lines A gateway to secrets and facts kept inside Each blank filling with an ink-fueled thought The void spaces engulfed as my conscious mind wanders. Switching places with the paper My lines bone and flesh Instead of ink im filled with incandescent thought The ideas however the paper has stolen My out of body essence In plain sight for all to see The paper a Vampire Sunk its razored teeth into me But instead of the crimson I do not bleed All that spews out A written version of me
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC
Thirst for Passion
I Visualize the paper With its spaces and lines A gateway to secrets and facts kept inside Each blank filling with an ink-fueled thought The void spaces engulfed as my conscious mind wanders. Switching places with the paper My lines bone and flesh Instead of ink im filled with incandescent thought The ideas however the paper has stolen My out of body essence In plain sight for all to see The paper a Vampire Sunk its razored teeth into me But instead of the crimson I do not bleed All that spews out A written version of me
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC
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