~xSisterMorticia
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The Rose

the poetthe pens ink blots out inhibition black blood the extrovert seeps daily the poet opens his veins raises scars for the world to seethe poet
he takes the pain, begs no mercy for its the paper in hand which cuts designed with symbols, his harsh words said, not aloud, but written and so shall forever be
a poets love, historic, for the poem never fades though pages incinerated when heart broken beautiful sentiments carved on the brain
this man, an artist who rules the heart one of the few who are unashamed of open emotion
this poet, an artist with wor
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Thanx for not ignoring me.
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Boo.
Tee-hee...I adore [xANDx] envy you!! XP *Sticks tongue out at you and flings marshmellows at you* Hehe...I'm in a goofy mood, I know!
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Victims, aren't we all?
Your poetry is nothing short of amazing. Words of writing can speak as vividly as lines in a picture; you certainly prove that. Be sure to thank what or or whoever inspires you. Infact, I need to do that myself. Keep writing, I'll keep reading.
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We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams --Arthur O\'Shaughnessy
Even the things that seem still are still changing --Ben Folds
\"Hey! My mom was pregnant once! 8D \"
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