you hollowed out my bones
so softly (wielding a chisel of
words) that i might take wind
aboard wings, had you not
plucked me
from my sky with your
quicksilver grip
you hollowed out my bones so softly (wielding a chisel of words) that i might take wind aboard wings, had you not plucked me from my sky with your quicksilver grip |
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Love it.
"Chisel of words" is a great phrase, as well.
You've really got a way with poetry, haven't you?
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Band geek and proud of it!
(Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup?)
All those who believe in telekinesis, raise my hand.
Smile, and the world will smile with you. Laugh and they'll all think you're on drugs.
Thanks for all the
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Wow!
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There are none as blind as those who do not want to see.
beautiful execution of irony. Lift up and smash down. (in the good sense though.) (... which sounds odd, but oh well...)
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I am a miner for Truth and Delusion
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