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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dear all women, You made me write again and again Not about beauty, not about beasts, but about my self And the origin of my silence, snakes, silos and stillness How much ever fast I ran, you caved my self, selflessly I searched your depths in my gaze, in your glance, in our trance But all fell out of shape, like a gazoid, like a river that speaks for itself Your language of love, your symbols of seduction, your systems of life These words may be pending for a long time, long due or long rustic Poems are written, lost and left behind, same like the river of leaves That gets rotten in the bread of brown grey wooden ground I saw many roots, hanging in the wretched skins of my arms I sketched wrecked ships of my golden past Poems to pencils, Words to Worms, Purple to Pupil All are an act of Engines of growth through the Pictures of life Many roads covered, from love to lust, dream to desire Arrogance to ambivalence, words to willows, papers to carbon capacitors I still shiver when a pale glass window opens in front of me A paper cup and a torus of ladders, they came back in time And I stood by their wishes, their long beards, their stale wishes Their history melt before mine, though I am alone, and they wander in mine I have their fight in my mirrors, the mirrors that I name, call, scream and spit my gaze And I know that they never shapes up itself Dear all woman, I borrow your silence, your strength and your sarcasm On my ways, On my days, On my rays, On my wooden willows of whims and wickedness ***********
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