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Occasionaly, I write poetry in my sleep. On my arm. This poem was isnpired by my nightly war with words.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Suspense - Words: 55 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-30-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2746996
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I'm making this poem into a stop motion vid. Any ideas?
Written in Blood
Twisting nightly with fevered brow
Only inky scrawl to see
Scars from war with words
Morning light brings no clarity
Words, words, words carry on
Story hidden deep in dreams
A legend goes untold again
Another secret safe in me
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