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All this time I was looking for art I didn’t think it could be these words Twisting and writhing in their effort to escape and Making shapes Those strange distortions The words that slip So easily from my thoughts Into my ears But trip When they reach my tongue These silent prayers These words unsung They barely cross my mind
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
Faking it
All this time I was looking for art I didn’t think it could be these words Twisting and writhing in their effort to escape and Making shapes Those strange distortions The words that slip So easily from my thoughts Into my ears But trip When they reach my tongue These silent prayers These words unsung They barely cross my mind
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laura-37
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laura-37
32/F/Italy
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
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