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Apology

I shall never write my own verse.

Words infest my brain.
They remain dissolved in me.
They swim down my senses, tickle me.
Yet I will not allow them to flow my ink well.

I will not write of lonely nights with myself.
I will not write of my innumerable humiliations.
I will not write of my first wet dream.
I will not write about my inability to write.

I shall never write my own verse.
One does not pollute feelings with ink.

Written by Medusa

Published 5th Sep 2012

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Re: Apology

sabbath (William Albert Cole)

5th Sep 2012 11:51pm

you have me humble, I have so many things about me that I would not even try to describe with words, pollute with ink. I'f I'm alive tommorow I'll check you out.

[I'm humbled because you do not know how great of a writer you are, because you write in ways I can not dwell into, at least not on paper, and the only time I can put words to paper is when I'm crushed, paint me happy please,for today I have no reason to smile.]

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Medusa

6th Sep 2012 00:12am

i did not think my words could touch another in a manner that you have described...

and yes i'll paint you happy in my imagination and hope some of it reaches you... so that my friend i see you here on my pages again tomorrow... a smile and a prayer coming your way :)