words of mine are words of yours in the respect that the sunlight has no owner. A writer may write, a singer may sing and an artist may paint but without the people surrounding them, they have no title and no meaning but to themselves in which they find nothing but words. My cripples and stories played out on the page as words like spilled paint. each word and experience and meaning, not just to me but to you as well. I speak directly to you reading this in every way I can when I say that if you choose these words to be yours, consider them so. Write your name in delicate cursive on a book you keeps so well and imprint these words with not only my meanings and experiences but yours as well. What's mine is yours for what is an artist without an audience? My words come is gushes and buckets but a selection is up to you, I will never claim to own these words any more than the people reading them because if this is solace and something that you deem to be your meaning, then take it. Burn it into your brain and skin using the very fire that I used to create this mess, I am you, you are me and these words are yours to keep.
- XxSaint
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