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Crafting scissors Gardening shears A pizza roller Instruments of humble vivisection I wield, I rend, I create. Needles and pins, Nimble and thin, I pierce, I pull, I close. With measured patience I choose my weapons: Ink, passion, time, and wit. An armory of precision and gut. Boulders bruise but roll away, Fire burns, but I'm already ablaze, Arrows lodge shallow or all fall short, But the cold? It slices. The draining thought: Is this the end of my creation - Is there no more? I slowly bleed out.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Day 6: Sword
Crafting scissors Gardening shears A pizza roller Instruments of humble vivisection I wield, I rend, I create. Needles and pins, Nimble and thin, I pierce, I pull, I close. With measured patience I choose my weapons: Ink, passion, time, and wit. An armory of precision and gut. Boulders bruise but roll away, Fire burns, but I'm already ablaze, Arrows lodge shallow or all fall short, But the cold? It slices. The draining thought: Is this the end of my creation - Is there no more? I slowly bleed out.
10.6.17 Inktober Prompt: Sword Rules: The poem is whatever comes out of the pen, no edits allowed.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
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