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Who am I? Born five thousand years ago with wedge inset in clay, I am ideas become eternal, immortal and divine. Do you not know me? The Bringer of Fire, the Epigrapher of Life? I turn energy to stone. It is I, the Aleph and the Omega. The hieroglyphic Holy Spirit and Keeper of the Lexicon. I am Scribe. The writer. The original alchemist. ​ Fear me!
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
I am Scribe
Some nights I leave the door unlocked, though there is no proof, they are still after me. You are the last place I look for lost things. If I could stop thinking about you I would tell my psychiatrist but I wouldn't tell my priest. There is a lifetimes worth of new years promises pending upon your lips, nothing gets me through most nights like practicing in front of a mirror. I believe the fire inside of you will burn me, but I know no other way to get close to you. Some nights I dream of you backwards and leave the doors unlocked, if you walked out on me, then I would know one of us wasn't telling the truth. Lighthouses on purpose, fire escapes on mute. I am the patron Saint of second chances, I count the heartbeats away from you. I believe in nothing else. There is a rock in my breast pocket, I don't know how it got there, but it reminds me of you.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
(Notes to You)