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Window Panes #1
these cracked and broken panes hold a view to my soul
not just one piece
every point of every fold
if I be long and am
don't judge of me this placement
never chose to paint
only ran at the danger
life is not one gasp
every breath to make two strangers
things may turn so easily
I am never bobble
M.E.L. poem
not just one piece
every point of every fold
if I be long and am
don't judge of me this placement
never chose to paint
only ran at the danger
life is not one gasp
every breath to make two strangers
things may turn so easily
I am never bobble
M.E.L. poem
Published 24th Nov 2012
| Edited 26th Nov 2012
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25th Nov 2012 8:41am
I am not sure if it is gasp, or if it is meant to be Gaspé. Just a wondering. Well written, I enjoyed it a lot.
26th Nov 2012 3:21am
