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to my old self, a rhyme

Upon the alabaster, crafted; An ink

so deep, so everlasting.

Driven hard...

to let the art in;

Words unspoken,

sear the darkest.

Beg the finish

bruised

*(& ******

drenched

exhausted...

Open to eyes:

A poets soul's exalted.

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Written by

linda-1

English

Published: Oct 24, 2019
LinesWords: 1337

Notes: In all ways...always (a)mused the words still swirl & chase.
Tags: #poet #mise #words #soul #insomina

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