Thursday, September 13, 2007

The Human Abstract Comments

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The tongue is a flame so let there be grace
Shattered by a sea of dialogue
An unknown state of mind that's a stranger to failure
Has already made suit and tie on this facade
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Amberlee Spurling 13 September 2007

A Thousand Pieces Of Statue Nothing more grows from my sented view It eats away at my infested eyes Torn by weakness i want you to stay Close in your arms I wither Chanted a few outspoken words I stray Indeed close by our minds think alike Two unfolds is a slanted point of veiw A carved face of you I shall make a statue of you Curved body of structure and tone A endouted face marvels withheld I shall look and destroy So eyes could of never seen My art of you, my creative side of you Into a thousand pieces You splatter unto the floor Amberlee Spurling It kinda reminded me of my poem...by the way...very good poem you wrote

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