If my state of mind were to be reflected on skin,
Blood would be the ink I'd use
As am choked to a point beyond which words loose meaning.
My strength lies in my imagination of a place nature calls home, and my present dare not dwell..
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Silent flowing waters through my soul Gently, slowly taking all bile with its flow That in a thousand years, when clean though cold; Beautiful poetic lines expressing your deep thought, thanks for sharing.