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PUBLISHED
Contributed by
maverick47
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Saturday, 18th February 2012 @ 12:49:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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In bound pages I exist,
at least, until the sun
and moon no longer do.
Immortallity of sorts.
Remnants of my mind.
Words bonded to paper
by ink will survive
beyond the heartbeat
that binds my body
to its siamese soul.
Copyright ©
maverick47
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2012-02-18 12:49:06]
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Re: PUBLISHED
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by dvtpdw on
Saturday, 18th February 2012 @ 02:56:08 PM AEST
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| I quite agree - wonderful write - goes to the soul of all poets. May all our words lasts and ring to the end of time. Thanks for sharing. |
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Re: PUBLISHED
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by richard2 on
Saturday, 18th February 2012 @ 03:45:43 PM AEST
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| It's a great feeling, isn't it. Congratulations |
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Re: PUBLISHED
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by JohnnyFallen on
Saturday, 18th February 2012 @ 11:22:05 PM AEST
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I like the last two lines you wrote. Especially the metaphor that the body and soul are Siamese twins and the part about ink. Ink does last forever, and that's why I prefer to write in ink. No fear of making mistakes. :)
- Johnny |
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Re: PUBLISHED
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by CARAAAAA on
Wednesday, 7th March 2012 @ 12:29:55 AM AEST
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| like it |
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