Writing is the way to my existence:
what my heart beats for,
my lips kiss,
my mind thinks,
my skin craves,
and my soul hungers for,
I make known
through words
that my pen bleeds
to write across
your skin made of paper.
- PMT
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Writing is the way to my existence:
what my heart beats for,
my lips kiss,
my mind thinks,
my skin craves,
and my soul hungers for,
I make known
through words
that my pen bleeds
to write across
your skin made of paper.
- PMT
Entry no. 7: Body Poetry.
Actions through words.
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