Posted on September 15, 2016
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coupled with only my letters
vassaled and vesseled it into my veins
like a form of oxygen crystalised into flesh
a wordsmith always forged iron
until the forge no longer was science.▬
Category: poetry, Psychological, Realities, Writing, Writing, WritingsTags: art, body, poetry, science, Writing
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