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I am a weaver of words. Make no mistake I said words, not wisdom.
I am a coniessuer of simulies, and synonyms.
My shelves are lined with glass beakers and tubes containing syllables, but I am no alchemist.
Make no mistake, though, I am a poet.
I will reach for the sharpest edges of your mind, and whether I come home with lifelong scars or your lifelong adoration - I don't mind.
No, I don't be...
Friday 16th March 2018 1:54 am
Love Like a Cliche
You are certainly not a metaphor,
But you may be sort of like a simile.
You are my rudder and sails on a turbulent sea.
You are like a force that guides and propels me.
Tuesday 19th September 2017 7:04 am
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