Me, cause I'm important
Friday, December 23, 2011
poem
Watermarks stain the paper
Ink settles in
The souls true emotion
trapped within the pen
a inkwell running dry
the feather quill scratching
a parchment nigh full
the heart is a paper then
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Aubrey Carey
December 23, 2011 at 11:53 PM
Beautiful. That is... truly beautiful.
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Beautiful. That is... truly beautiful.
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