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She......Is Poetry

She......Is Poetry

Within the honesty of a blank page,
Is where her transcendence begins
With letters being her deity,
Becoming the breath for her to live.

Her existence now slowly emerging,
Creating a soul within tormented words
A soul so profoundly silent,
Yet without a voice, it can still be heard

Soon her semblance will be revealed 
Around the words which fall onto the page
A semblance so despondently blinding,
So tortured it never appears the same 

Her existence now forever eternal,
Within this page she will forever breathe
She is immortal personification,
She.......Is Poetry

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A semblance so despondently blinding,
So tortured it never appears the same 

 

wow! This hits hard the kinda blow where you hit the floor face down...

masterful ink! ⚘

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A Lonely Journey

Hi Erica, 
That is really beautiful! So intriguing, and wonderfully written. 
I loved that! You're really talented. 

Matthew. 

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