I Write, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled

The familiar grip
engraved in my memory
solidifies imagination
into words

Frantically aligning
symbols onto paper
creating with scribbles
meaning

The sound scratches loudly
sending reverberations
that shake into my conciousness
and I write.

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Just something I had to write in English class today.
Posted: 2006-05-16 05:54:09 UTC

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