The pen feels my pulse
It's mine it's mine
The ink is my blood
It's mine it's mine
The page is my skin
It's mine it's mine
The poem is my mouth
It's mine it's mine
The words are my tongue
They're mine they're mine
My pulse is the pen
It’s mine it’s mine
My blood is the ink
It’s mine it’s mine
My skin is the page
It’s mine it’s mine
My mouth is the poem
It’s mine it’s mine
My toungue is the words
All mine all mine
Monday, September 27, 2010
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