Sunday, December 20, 2015
On Writing Comments
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Why did I become a writer?
Its not something I became, something I learned from a class, something that was passed down from a father - it was something I allowed
And in allowing, I realised I was the body that allowed it to be expressed.
So I sharpened my mind with the most cutting of words, eviserated and emancipated, my claws dripping with the beautiful poison of fantasy.
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7/26/2025 8:39:29 PM # 1.0.0
So I sharpened my mind with the most cutting of words, eviserated and emancipated, my claws dripping with the beautiful poison of fantasy. voluptuous dance through the bedrooms of my mind, creativity, Only a woman beautiful could carry such a note, i studied and analysed ur poem dear poet. it is a wonderful poem. thank you dear poet for giving us this gift of a poem. thank you. tony