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I smell a fire
Cumbersome is my soul.
How can someone fill whats left of the holes?
How selfish and jaded Ive become to let someone in,someone other than him.
Yet he feeds a different part of me.
Which vein do I cut off?
The vein Ive never touched except with paint and brush?
The vein that made me blush?
Which do I hold aloft?
Which do I cast-off?
Polyamorous-Muliple loves of mine.
I keep them to myself.
I need them both,I want to keep them both, so I place them on a shelf.
Rip them out of out my sketch book and fold them very small.
keep them out of sight,and theres no need to feel at all.
How can someone fill whats left of the holes?
How selfish and jaded Ive become to let someone in,someone other than him.
Yet he feeds a different part of me.
Which vein do I cut off?
The vein Ive never touched except with paint and brush?
The vein that made me blush?
Which do I hold aloft?
Which do I cast-off?
Polyamorous-Muliple loves of mine.
I keep them to myself.
I need them both,I want to keep them both, so I place them on a shelf.
Rip them out of out my sketch book and fold them very small.
keep them out of sight,and theres no need to feel at all.
Published 20th May 2015
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20th May 2015 1:04pm
Oh, my dear Muse, if only it were so easy. The pictures on paper may have gone away but the pictures in your mind stay forever. When you hid the pictures ask yourself which one you missed the most. Then you will have your ansser.
21st May 2015 00:26am
Good gods that was a brilliant comment. Given the events of today you gave me the best advice.
Anonymous
21st May 2015 00:26am
Awesome job :)
