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My soul of carbon paper
My soul of carbon paper.
All the words in my book of life shows a scar,
Splendidly scratched into my fragile essence.
Bits and pieces, like dust,
Lost in the winds of time, so
Some of this essence stayed behind,
And the etching it made in the fibre itself,
A memory.
All the words in my book of life shows a scar,
Splendidly scratched into my fragile essence.
Bits and pieces, like dust,
Lost in the winds of time, so
Some of this essence stayed behind,
And the etching it made in the fibre itself,
A memory.
Published 11th Mar 2014
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16th Mar 2014 10:04pm
This is a lovely metaphor. We all long to leave behind an impression, a legacy of meaning.
17th Mar 2014 1:51pm
Thank you so much! Indeed that is what we would like, what I would like ;) xoxoxox
