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ways i have been worn

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gliitchlord

Published: Oct 11, 2012

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Literature Text

i. mists

like a vapor.

a wisp about a finger
flexed

missized
missteps

and exhaled
like cosmic debts.

ii. plains

like a drought.

the rush for everpresent
shade

unstable
unmade

the silence
of desperate haste.

iii. seas

like a flood.

a tide without a valid
crest

obtuse
obsessed

the collapse
of a crush immense.

iv. snows

like the first.

a taste of infinity's
breadth

unsure
unsaid

and betrayed
by a depth unmet.

v. universes

like the vast.

the promise of intertwined
rest

imbued
impressed

a design
beyond history's test.

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to my rhythms, my rhymes, my broken lines

my couplets, my courts, my impassioned designs

my desired, aspired, and prime

i gave you my heart, you gave me your time

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changers-n-mash

Feb 14, 2013

That awkward moment I enjoyed the artist's comment more than the deviation XD

Solid piece though. Takes a bit of interpretting

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