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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The air was disturbed by wispy soft strings the tickles uncurbed, like hummingbird wings; the beat in my chest it stuttered a spell and dared risk a rest, a moment to dwell. The stir of his verse had fractured my breath and nervousness burst beneath the great depth; my eyes came to pause, my heart came to flutter all just because of words none shall utter. The thoughts that emerged an enemy force so quickly diverged and took their own course; the tip of a pen, the roll of a ball, reminding again that prisons don't fall. The blocks of mistakes with time as a mortar old dreams can't awake I'll not cross the border. First lessons I learn no need to redo the errors they burned more dreams than a few. A sense of belonging had drawn out a sigh a wisp of that longing I've tried to deny; The shivers I nursed for moments in time caressed by his verse a rush of sweet rhyme. I slept with his lexis and loved the embrace and woke to a nexus of strings to displace but drums of regret I just can not hear as moments of threat still whisper so near. I hugged an illusion for feeling I wept in dreams and delusions that silently crept; the hiss of commotion it shook me to reason reminding emotion is personal treason. It's never that's real forever that daunts the rousing I feel persistently haunts my wits I can't lose post lexis affair alone with my muse, loose quills in my hair.
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