my fingers pulsate
as a life line
dripping black blood
onto a lifeless
backdrop of
white pressed wood
reviving a
silent voice
without lips ever
having to part
oh yes...I still write
T'ya
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I Still Write
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ms.poeticpassion says: short, but powerful. I like it. |
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