now, look at me
both staring at each other's dirt
breathing with our fishy lungs
with impurities and qualms
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...i am brutally truthful poetry that bathes from blood of good and bad i am an ace from my dusty carcass amidst the perfigious pages i step on black and white of golden isles of truth in me and you i am fragile but had put up the broken pieces to streams of strength and breadth my worth is not like a diamond I love my life my own.... -Oh, this decribes me... but it is you! How can this be? How can your words be true? I am taken aback, I am having a poetic heart attack... Never has someone's words stabed so deep into my soul... One who can see... one who must know... Outstanding Write Ceri! ! ! ; -) -Kelly.
you are inspiring me Kelly...thank you so much