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An Untitled Poem

Written July 28, 2018

Imperfect lines

Drawn sharply with the point of your knife,

Portraiture pitched

And created within the confines of your mind.

Your art,

Your design.

Moonlight tears glimmer

In the night’s reflection

As you fuse with

The monsters of the dark.

Silence reverberates,

Step back to reveal

Colours of



Light echos wrap around your waist

As your slowly dissipating parts

Spread through the room.

Create beauty,

And pay the price of life.


*Maybe I will make a collected edition of my writings. There are too many to post here one-by-one, so it would be efficient. Exciting.

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