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With My Pencil...
Contributed by
ravenblack_phoenix
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Sunday, 29th February 2004 @ 12:33:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
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With my pencil,
I paint my soul,
And though it is but a modest tool,
When it touches my desolate paper,
It bleeds with vibrant colors, full and voluptuous,
Crying with tears like kisses from a rainbow,
And it sings with a faerie's voice,
Plucking the lines across my paper as if it were a harp to be played,
Whispering sensually like a summer's breeze,
Swirling delicately around you,
Somehow caressing your very heart and soul...
So with my pencil, I shall paint my soul,
For all the world to see....
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2004-02-29 12:33:05] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: With My Pencil...
(User Rating: 1 ) by doug on
Sunday, 29th February 2004 @ 07:09:53 PM AEST (User
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i applaud you, very good passionate writing
and imaginitive , with my pencil i paint your soul. thats a very good line
keep it up your friend doug |
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