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