Mirakee
I express my love and it go
While I give you the the space and assurance you need "Whatever decision you make, I will always be there for you "
I let you chose the path you take
If you wish to stay as a friend or take a step ahead and be my forever and more
You can take as long as you need,
If you decide to be my partner in the journey of life
Then be sure to hold my hand till the last breath of mine,
Not only to be a few chapters , be the whole story
Until the end.
©ink_stained_feelings
ink_stained_feelings
kuch baate toh zuba na keh pati hai.. vo shayhi se khe jate hai.. in waqt ke panno mai.. kavito ke roop mai apni chaap chod jate hai
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Read Moreबयां कर जज्बातों को,
इस रिश्ते को नई दिशा देते हैं,
साथ ही साथ थोड़ा वक्त और थोड़ा ढील भी दिया करते हैं,
सोच लो की ठहर जाना है यही,
या बढ़ना है आगे इन रिश्तो के सफर में
बदलना है तुमको एक दोस्त से हम सफर में
वक्त ले लो जितना चाहे उतना पर
जब पकड़ना ये हाथ, तो प्यार तुम्हारा भी सच्चा हो।
कुछ कदम का ही नहीं, साथ उम्र भर का है यह इरादा भी पक्का हो।
Every person has his/her own way of expressing love..some express it through words, few use action like helping in everyday work, cook food, being physically daring the borders of being called "clingy" ..some stay quite unable to express through words or action, they stay with you whenever you need them through happy and rough patches of life.
One needs to identify this through observation and accept the love in the form they receive!!
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Sometimes you think that you have moved on and everything is under your control...but suddenly you notice the slight discomfort and for a moment it's just chaos and confusion as to why the clarity has been lost so suddenly!! And while you observe the little things you come across the tiny baggage that you have been carrying around smaller in size but they slowly drain away your energy without you noticing it...also during this time of confusion you look around for someone who could help you clear up the situation...but mostly find none and you wrap it up all by yourself and move ahead again...free of the weight finally and ready for the next battle to come!!
#mirakee @writersnetwork #life #lessons #baggageI stopped mid way
And looked around for a familiar face
One that I could hold on to just for a little while
As I saw people rush by
A smile, a frown eventually coming my way
I felt a little lost even though these roads I was familiar in every way.
I looked back usually a hard thing for me to do
I found a few baggages straped to me
Unaware I was carrying them too.
I rummaged through the bags
These were things I lost in the past
Unsure what they were doing there.
Before I knew it I snapped the chords
And watched them turn to ash
Free of the weight I felt stable again
Before I started walking again
I looked around for a familiar face
None I could find so I started walking alone again
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ink_stained_feelings
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Every now and then something happens that disturbs you to the core...and then again you pick up the pieces of the shattered calm and will and the tedious task of puting it together starts again. Though we carry on again with the regular actions of life some part of us is lost in the process..it could be the love, reason etc...and then finally comes a day when you have given it everything you could and letting it go is the best course of action.
@mirakee @writersnetwork #life #will #lifelessons #relationsEverytime I fall apart
I lose a piece of my broken heart
With a crack here and a piece missing there
It takes some time but I make it work again
Not just the pieces i lose the will too
To carry on another day seems like the hardest thing to do
Eventually there will come a day
There won't be any pieces left
Nor the will shall remain too...
On that day this thread that ties me to you would perish too
Make it work Until the day is here on us
I shall carry on with what I have.
Dont blame me then for parting away
Afterall your actions paved the way.
Everytime I fall apart
I lose a piece of my broken heart.
To carry on is the hardest thing to do.
©ink_stained_feelings
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I just read a poem written by my friend @poetryly titled "Social Anxiety" (visit her profile) and for a moment I had nothing to comment on it and then these words popped up.
Speaking from personal experience here many times the things that happen are completely opposite of what you wished..ofcourse making you feel sad and feeling like everything is falling apart...yet in the end it all works out and if you ever take some time reflect on the events that took place ..you will most of the times feel that was the best course of action and if it would have went the way you wished it, it would have ended in being more worse then before.
Sometimes life goes into the "autopilot" mode and drags you around and it feels like you are going through a rough patch unable to make sense of what's happening but in the end you are at a positive place in life.
Also if you ever feel like the same thing keeps happening again and again, you end up in the same situation ( stuck in a loop of same events) Know this whatever decisions or the way you are doing something is wrong and life is giving you a chance to make it right!! Unless you rectify this, make the right choice you will keep ending up at the same spot!!
The answer is to observe, letting the fear go and do things differently then before.
#life #philosophy #mirakee #writersnetwork
#lifelessons #optimismLife
Life is a harsh teacher
But it wishes you only success
Won't let you have it until you prove worthy and pass the tests
Dark and light
That's the way of life
It shows you the prettiest sunshine
It takes you through rainy days
These are the experiences life gives you wishing that lessons stay
Until you go through the darkness
You won't appreciate the light
Sometimes it takes you through the same series of events
Making you feel like you are stuck in a invisible relay
Bringing you back to the same cross road again and again
Trying to let you know you went the wrong way
Rethink on your choices and do things differently this time
And you will surely see a positive change
Sometimes to carry on is the most difficult thing to do
But when you have been through it
The suffering fades way and the teachings stay
You come out as a person that's completely new.
Kavitaye_shabdo_ka_jaal
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Hmm...sometimes I write something and read it again and wonder if it really does express I wished to say. But lately as I have already said..writing has become a difficult task.
Anyways all I wished to say is ...people are like locked rooms. The exterior is decorated with smiles, clothes, perfumes and makeup and deep within a person their is a place a "room" that holds the unadulterated memories, pain, secrets and what not.
This place holds the true identity of the person. The fundamental blocks that make the person we see standing in front of us.
A KEY: a key could be anything, a meaningful conversation, moral values etc whatever makes the person believe in you to trust you, and if you have the key you get access to all the sensitive details, the DNA. This could be helpful to form strong bonds or destructive. Depends on how you use it...once you figure out what makes the locks click and open...you have the power over the person!! Use it wisely.
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#life #lessons #philosophy #mirakee #writersnetwork #lockedrooms #poem #poetry #secretsLocked rooms
People are like locked rooms,
Every one has a unique key.
Carefully hidden in the plain sight
So that their secrets they could keep.
A key could be a conversation, trust or integrity.
It could be time or money.
Hard to say what fits the lock,
Everyone has different priorities.
A click and turn is all it takes,
But it isn't as easy as it seems.
While you meet a person new,
All you see is the exterior carefully crafted
That acts like a veil.
Making them look like a perfect human being.
Some store the different faces they wear
A cabinet full to suit the scene.
Some keep pain and sorrows deeply tucked away.
Some keep the happy memories.
Some keep the pieces of broken heart ,
Some keep the lies and deceit.
Few keep a smile on their faces,
While the heart weighs a thousand tonne
Carefully stored in the locked room of theirs
Away from the eyes of the society.
You would never know what the person is truly like,
What the person is really going through
Until you find the key.
Carefull though if you hold a key to someones lock
Before you open the door,
Take this moment and ask yourself
Are you ready to see what the locked room really holds?
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ink_stained_feelings
8w
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Bonds of blood, and all the other relationships are tested in the forge of time ..where all the adverse situations, expectations act as eternal fire. The relations that were based on a foundation of trust and respect, are purified of all the impurities and they come out to be stronger then before.
The superficial connections and relationships are burnt away and the memories and expectations remain as ash, staining the present.
Though we realise that the ones we lost were superficial..something that was meant to be a lesson! Be a chapter not the STORY..we shead tears in grief....over the years these tears wash away the stain left by the ash...slowly taking away the pain and memories.
A realisation firmly sets " whatever was lost was never mine to begin with, it was a meant to teach me something about life , to give me a new perspective" and finally free of the emotional baggage, one is ready again to start a new journey.
This time though a little more open, calm and ready to walk into the eye of the storm and past it without losing his/her footing.
It does mean that there aren't newer injuries,scars and resistance..it's just that the person is now mentally and emotionally ready to deal with it, this time when the adverse situations arise they won't have the edge over him/her, might get pushed back a little but won't stop him/her ever again as it did before.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ��A crude translation to explain what the poem means.
It seems like a rant.
#life #lifelessons #relationship #growthBadalte waqt ki badalti tasveere
Purane yaado se tut ti zangeere
Waqt ke panno Mai khoie huie muskurahate aur yaade...
Bante, tutte-bikharte ye Rishtey
Dil ki cheekhti huie unsuni ye awaaze...
Gavha hai ye sab us waqt ki jab Sath rehne ke kiye the waade,
Saalo se cheekhti ye tanhaie acchanak se chup si ho gayi hai..
Aur purane yaado pe dhul si chaad gayi hai..
Zindagi ke naye panno par nayi kahaniya likhi jaa rahi hai,
Apno se jude dard dur ho rahe hai..
Sath hona na hona ab apka ek sa ho gaya hai
Zindagi ne raasta ek Naya chun Liya hai...
Ab yahi raaste nayi manzilo tak le jayengi...
Firse Shayad naye sapne ye dikhayenge.
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I have been away for a while now...tbh extreme emotions have always been the inspiration to write ...and now finally when its calmer ....poetry has been a hard to write.
I have always seen writing as a way of Reflection and everytime I wrote about something...it was like sealing the lessons the issues the subject forever....and also connection ...because I have met quite a few good friends, pen pals whom I have never met personally but the prose forms a great bond between us....so not being able to write for such a long time made me feel like a friend is upset with me!! So the poem below...treating poetry as a person!
#writersnetwork #mirakee #poems #poetry #emotions #writersblock #friend #time #lessonsPoetry will you ever dim your lights?
Poetry will you ever dim your lights?
I have walked a thousand miles
Been through the darkest days
And also have seen the blissful sunshine.
I stumbled,
I crawled,
I sprinted through the path.
I learned how to walk along
With the sands of time I learnt
How to carry the weight yet never let it pull me down.
Time WAS and IS my teacher
And poetry you were and are my release.
Lessons I learned slyly hidden in the prose.
Writing was an expression that made me feel whole.
Now that I feel time and I have walked a long way hand in hand.
And it's much more easier to carry on,
Mostly now it is sunshine, hardly a few gloomy days.
Why is it so poetry, that you shy away?
Though extreme emotions were always the reason you and I met
It doesn't mean you have to go away!!
Poetry, you weren't just a hobby
You were and will always be my dearest friend !!
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Wrote this a while back...don't know why it was not posted..�� though I strongly believe everyone should respect their religion and follow their culture...I always wonder how many people especially the young ones take the time to understand what the words in those "scared books" are really meant to say! ..to read and to understand and if you don't understand it then find a source that is unbiased to learn the meaning is how it should be!!
#life #philosophy #writersnetwork #mirakee #blackandwhite #religion
@writersnetworkReligion, caste and creed
Man made philosophy,
Words of sacred books repeated by many,
Understood by none,
Screaming at the top of thier voices creating a conundrum.
Scared books created with an intention so great,
Make men and women human again.
A rule book of sorts so that one doesn't go astray
Impatient beings read yet don't understand
Makeup thier own stories and spread hatred and havoc.
A beautiful society created with diverse cultures and creed
Divided by men under the name of religion for their own greed.
Religion doesn't need saving , it was created to save you!!!
To be a beacon to guide you In the journey called life.
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A conversation turned into a poem !! This one is a slow read poem !!
It is a subject to ponder upon do we really loose ourselves in the rush of things and events that happen in our life or do we come under the influence of others say about us and we tend to forget the "true self" and see ourselves the others make us believe!!
#poems #hindipoetry #poemsdaily #lifeslessons #writersnetwork #philosophy. @writersnetwork©ink_stained_feelings
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Dark clouds and thunder reign the sky
They bring not just rain,
They bring back the lost time, the memories the pain.
As one walks the road nothing to shield it from the pouring rain.
Getting drenched with not just water but also with memories and pain.
Walking with a heavy heart towards a destination unknown
Trying to escape this unnecessary down pour.
Every step taken,
Heavier it gets.
Yet when I look around
It's not just me but so many more.
Walking the same path to a destination unknown
Head bowed down, shielding their eyes
Trying to see the way clearly or hiding their pain with this disguise?
A heavy silence surrounds,
Only the rain, howling winds and the thunder to be heard
Walking the path to a destination unknown.
©ink_stained_feelings
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poetryly
4w
Read MoreOne of the awesome benefits of writing is expanding one’s vocabulary. Whether or not
I remember them is different story lol...the fact I found new ways of phrasing familiar words, is pretty cool. This post was SO a random learning fluke....it just happened by chance, me writing it.
“Heart Repeating, Different Words”
Locked behind this rusting gate is her heart. Years ago, her key was unfairly stolen.
She’s on a persisting journey trying to find
the missing key to setting her heart free,
at last, from its holding cell! ©poetryly“Heart Tautology”
Confined behind this tarnish gate,
is her hollow muscular organ.
Years ago, the key was
unjustly appropriated!
She’s on an indefatigable
peregrination
attempting to secure
the absent metal to finally
release her heart from
its barren imprisonment!
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Pic credit - from Etsy seen on Pinterest
ISF for the ‘iron’ buttons that flew across the ocean without rusting in the moist air, hitting this society anxiety poet (spot on) with your perceptive verses! ‘Sharpening’ words of reminders a writing buddy needed being hit with that traveled from afar. No, thank you my friend for another button to add to my recollection! (Proverbs 27:17 revisited)Button
ClustersPoetry can be
similar to stuffing
your feeling into
a shirt that too tight,
varied emotions busting
out the staining seams.
Buttons one by one
popping loose,
sending projectiles
of verses into the air,
not knowing who it
could possible effect.
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rimmi24
7w
Read Moreगुज़रे कल को लेकर
जाने कितने वाक़यात हमेशा से सुनने को मिलते आए हैं...
अतीत का मत सोच, आगे की तरफ़ कदम बढ़ा,
जो बीत गया उसे जाने दे,
चल छोड़ यार, नजरअंदाज कर, भूल जा
या कुछ सीख ले उससे, वग़ैरा वग़ैरा...।
फ़कत एक या दो नहीं,
चाहे कितनी ही ज़िंदगियों से मुलाक़ात हो;
सभी अपने अपने हक की सलाहें और
बेपनाह मशवरे देते हैं।
मगर,
कब तलक अतीत में जीना है,
किस पल से अपना आज बदलने का आगाज़ करना है,
उस पल को चुनना तुम्हे खुद ही होगा।
पर हां, इतना याद रहे
अतीत कोई भूलने की चीज़ हरगिज़ नहीं,
बल्कि
एक ऐसी कहानी है जो तुम्हारी ख़ुद की ज़िन्दगी से
तुम्हे वाक़िफ करवाती है;
जिसके कुछ पन्नों को,
अच्छे हों या बुरे
संभाल कर रखने की ज़रूरत है
अपने आने वाले कल में ख़ुद को मज़बूत बनाने के लिए,
आने वाली ज़िन्दगी को ख़ुशनुमा बनाने के लिए।
क्योंकि गुज़रे कल में सहन की हुई हर एक ज़िल्लत, हर एक दर्द, हर एक ग़लती और बहाया हुआ हर एक कतरा चाहे ख़ून का हो या आंसुओं का, तुम्हें कमज़ोर नहीं करता बल्कि आने वाले कल के लिए तैयार करता है, हिम्मत देता है, मज़बूत करता है।
बस तुम्हें सीखने वाला बनना है।
बजाए के हताश होकर ख़ुद को कोसने के, तुम्हें उससे सही सबक लेकर ख़ुद को निखारना है। वक्त ज़रूर लगता है,मगर जितना वक्त लगता है, तुम्हारा किरदार उतनी ही ख़ूबसूरती से निखर कर आता है।
©rimmi24
*अंजाम-ए-फ़र्दा-consequence of tomorrow
✧"The past is where you learned the lesson. The future is where you apply the lesson. Don’t give up in the middle!" ~Dale Carnegie✧आइना-ए-माज़ी✧
जिसके आज में अतीत की याद ना हो,
भला वो फिर बे-रस सी ज़िन्दगी ही क्या?
अच्छा हो, बुरा हो, फ़र्क नहीं पड़ता क्योंकि
उसे तूने ख़ुद जिया है,सहा है,
बिना अतीत के तेरी शख़्सियत का वजूद ही क्या?
अंजाम-ए-फ़र्दा कितना ही ख़ूबसूरत और
किरदार चाहे कितना ही दिलकश क्यूं ना हो,
मगर बिना माज़ी के आख़िर उसकी एहमियत ही क्या??
©rimmi24 -
amrita_n
7w
Read Moreओ खुदा..... बता दे क्या लकीरों में लिखा...��
हमने तो...... हमने तो बस इश्क़ है किया...����
29 November 2020इश्क़ में दिया हर ज़ख़्म को मैंने खा'कर देखा है,
उसको मैंने अपनी बाहों में सुला'कर देखा है।
और बहुत खुश था वो कभी गैर की बाहों में भी ,
दिल में लगते आग को मैंने बुझा'कर देखा है।
कभी अपना समझा था जिसे वो पराया निकला ,
फिर भी महफ़िल में उसे अपना बता'कर देखा है।
मुझसे रूठ कर भी सोता था वो आराम से, मुझे
नींद नहीं आती मैंने खुदको सुला'कर देखा है।
जला दो उसकी तरवीर को, अब भी दर्द देता है,
उसकी तसवीर को मैंने सीने से लगा'कर देखा है।
जाना हैं तो चला जा अब फ़र्क़ नहीं पड़ता, खुदका
दिल तोड़'कर, तुझे लाख बार मना'कर देखा हैं।
©अमृता -
The weight of my heart,
Clenches my chest,
But the irony is,
How can something so
vacant and empty,
feel so heavy?
-fajr -
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drag_on
8w
Read MoreTHIS IS DARK. VERY DARK. NOT FICTION. CAN BE DISTURBING. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SLEEP SAD.
Is there a difference between frugality and necessity? Do both of them overlap or exist in exclusion?
A bit withered, a bit gone.
DragonA frugal neighbour
I know a man of a frugal existence
Who did a simple job but earned not enough,
Living a life of developed abstinence
Without shiny collars or expensive puff.
A white shirt that turned a bit creamy now,
Colleagues joked and management ridiculed
As the man shaped rotis out of this dough
A day today, a day tomorrow, a year circled.
Built a house with red bricks, plastered walls,
Without the need for lavish paints and artful
Downward domes. Tedious sarees and shawls
Stand paramount and witness the abysmal
The sacrifice of his man, the wife used to say.
Two Ashoka plants growing with the time
Tell stories of raising three kids to this day
A life of frugality spent with a minimum dime.
The man had a bike given by his company
And he maintained it with the same frugal side,
A bit comfort was too much to accompany
As time might surprise with a change of tide.
The gear pedal broke three times, only to be
Patched by the man himself without being oiled
By a proper mechanic. Could have if 'twas free.
The pendulum of fate one day was boiled.
The gear pedal broke again for the fourth time
Ahead of a speeding truck with his daughter
Sitting behind him as he drove onetime
And laid dead his daughter, from frugality' s mortar.
Dragon
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8w
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This spur of the note,, just gonna write post it and basically let it fly with minimal editing was inspired by a recent (tonight) conversation with a friend on finding our personal voice aka finding how to start believing and speaking up for ourselves. Also,, I realize I get a joy out of comparisons especially in poetry. These
recents examples stuck out to me even though I know their many more is
“YOU HAVE A VOICE”
She thought she had no voice,
never told in her developing years
her vocals cords weren’t
quite strengthen (as of) yet.
So she went though life,
singing everyone’s else’s songs off-keyed or kilter, never taught she had her own lyrics.
Singing along,
always waaaay back in the chorus
with the mike turned off,
instead taught she wasn’t good
enough to take center stage.
Until one day,
few beautiful spirited birds
though out the years
took her under their nurturing wing,
teaching her the singing ropes that she was definitely overdue.
“You have the talent to belt your own tune”. You just weren’t taught to believe in your own verses”
In the beginning her voice
sounded like a weaken croak,
it been sadly abused from
serious neglect!
She was reassured by the flock,
keep practicing it doesn’t occurs over night, your voice will eventually repair
(as they sung harmoniously)
along with prayer and HIS loving grace.
So she continue humming off-kilter
until one day she stood in place peering upwards towards the heavens a song of thanks for embracing her a the joy of singing in her unique way.
Now in this spur of the moment tale
it ends quite realistically. God didn’t bestowed upon her with famously glorious sound. Ahem, let’s just say she shouldn’t quit her day job expecting on recording contact in
the horizon.
Yet, it doesn’t matter at all,
she found her awesome tone to speak with newly verses for her to spread her own wings!
Her singing isn’t officially over
as she matured with age,
she inherited a opening position
in the flock. Encouraging voiceless sparrows the importance of gaining their own precious words.
Whether sung to musicals notes or compasses on paper just to name a couple ways.
**They is. Irving more to be said,
the moral of this story and
I believe the message was
quite simple clear but if you
missed it while embracing
my story’s sentiment,
just read the title again.
Than. SING ON!
©poetryly
This spur of the note,, just gonna write, go ahead post it basicallylet it fly with the barest of editing was inspired by a recent (tonight) conversation I had with friend tonight on the importance plus joy of finding our own personal voices.. As Known As learning how to believe and speak up for ourselves whether others appreciate our voices. Also, I realize I truly like comparisons in writing & reading. These three came to mind I’ve read of late that I immensely enjoyed....
The comparison of inner child to a dance @shegram
Comparing of poetry as a person to readdress a question @ink_stained_feelings
Plus viewing how life can be compared to a chess pawn @bonniesbabu
I have more comparison faves that I will have to revisit and looking forward to more to be written and read. by others and myself.
Before I go...take in the sentiment and remember sometimes poetry just need to type and voice.
Ok I finally got the nerve to see how many errors they were...one noticeable stood out😬
**That’s it. Nothing more to be said.You Have
a Voice!So Sing On,
Sing Loud
even Off-Key,
it’s your song!
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POETRY,
will you ever dim
your light?
Poetry,
What don’t you
address my plight?
Poetry,
don’t leave
me stricken with fright!
Poetry,
I can’t even prose
anything seriously right.
Poetry,
will you ever dim
your light?
Poetry,
What don’t you
address my plight?
Poetry,
don’t leave
me stricken with fright!
Poetry,
I can’t even prose
anything seriously right.
Poetry,
I’m weary so I’ll tag a friend
@ink_stained_feelings for insight.
©poetryly
This is brief write but that’s alright, my writing buddy overnight jumped in to continue the fight. Grasping the poetry question to another height! Thanks Buddy for inquiring more fully and allowing me to take flight for a brief but needed respite.
“As iron sharpens iron, So one man sharpens his friend”. - Proverbs 27:17Agh, Poetry!
I’m weary
so I’ll tag a friend
@ink_stained_feelings
for insight.
So despite you
frustratingly
ignoring me,
I had writing
back up
who readily
jumped in the
ring to give
me a respite.
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If we clothed our verses
with permanent ink
wore them internally,
eventually they would seep
though our skin baring
a twisting soul
reeking of poetry.
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