My scratched up
skin
waits for healing
My dried up
lips
wait for moisture
My worn out
eyes
wait for rest
My weighed down
mind/heart/soul
yearns to do its best
As I write these words
they smear on the pages
they run out of ink with them
the meaning fades















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To see a world in a grain of sand,And a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,An eternity in an hour.-William Blake
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~I am a poet~
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To see a world in a grain of sand,And a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,An eternity in an hour.-William Blake
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