Author's note: These are my Different Prose/s, I haven't checked on it yet and you might read some errors along the way and I would like to apologize for that. But, I promise to check and edit it once I'm done with my other on-going series.
Disclaim...
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I am my nullity,
in and out of rhyme, thy melody thine rhythm! Oh a wafts of smoke, through thin air-off into thine space; my mind and soul.
Counted days, it's ebb and flow;way clear to me. Thoughts that seem to be just where; ought to be :weary. The somewhat clandestine; intellectual I.D of me that doesn't seem to stay - unto thine words have loved to play, for very long,like a languished old song; out of key., and I turn to look for you but you cannot see nor find me; no true beauty. Thou left aberration; I'm all alone again naturally.
My words bite into thee worst night, sometimes seduced; often reduce. On the edge of brilliance and the insane fiery darts and the slings of arrows; loosed. Not so peacefully, the images that grip hold shall dig! the pores of this fine linen canvas the haute couture of fine art; my tortured heart - the words flow.
