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Read Me...can you
an ink blot on white paper
slowly spreading
as pen scratches words
on blank whiteness
there is a beginning
just within reach
of dying memories
Kept in dark corners
can you read me now
as ink dry inwards
losing textures of thoughts
in the swirling fog...
slowly spreading
as pen scratches words
on blank whiteness
there is a beginning
just within reach
of dying memories
Kept in dark corners
can you read me now
as ink dry inwards
losing textures of thoughts
in the swirling fog...
Published 16th Jun 2014
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16th Jun 2014 11:46am
Witty and creative Write Dear Grace!!!
...I don't think You'll ever lose textured thought:)
...I don't think You'll ever lose textured thought:)
16th Jun 2014 1:10pm
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16th Jun 2014 6:02pm
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19th Jun 2014 1:33pm
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.......
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.......
19th Jun 2014 1:35pm