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I hate the words I rehearse.
I hate the flow of the ink.
The art formed is insincere.
Every trickle of tears,
Every curvature of a smile.
Expatriated by rancour.
I sit exposed under the sun,
I sit alone and defenceless.
Endless rusted condition.
Here on this land etched a symbol,
Here on this land my hated canvas.
I dismiss detestation.
I break my fingers again,
I break my mind.
Trying to be whole.
I hate the words I rehearse.
I hate the flow of the ink.
What I have become repulses me.
I hate the flow of the ink.
The art formed is insincere.
Every trickle of tears,
Every curvature of a smile.
Expatriated by rancour.
I sit exposed under the sun,
I sit alone and defenceless.
Endless rusted condition.
Here on this land etched a symbol,
Here on this land my hated canvas.
I dismiss detestation.
I break my fingers again,
I break my mind.
Trying to be whole.
I hate the words I rehearse.
I hate the flow of the ink.
What I have become repulses me.
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Theme: Broken Pieces
:4th October 2011
Theme: Broken Pieces
:4th October 2011
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Simple, but REALLY powerfull. I'm no sure how to describe how much I enjoy reading this. Its sad... but written so beautifully.