linen
wrap your indefinite soul with linen
with the straight lines scraped out
your demeaning scrunity will last
you just want to quit and shout
i've had enough of this crap
it's consuming every little side of me
the rational part is competing with the other
i've endlessly cried a sorrowful plea
it does not hurt me the littlest way
it hurts me bigger than anything ever will
i've screamed a thousand times louder
this is the smallest, medium, biggest deal
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words // poetry ii
Poetry''painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.'' - leonardo da vinci
