Words, symbols of thought,
dragged from the heart and soul
to the cold reality of ink, paper and eye.
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cool poem, but you spelled destruction wrong. Just a head's up. But I like the thought of this...what would your soul say if it could speak? Hm, I may use that question for the title of my next poem...but I won't steal your ideas! But again, nice poem.
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