Speaking Pages #5

If only I can imagine all by myself I would grow arms like those before I was shelved Before I was washed and pulped, squeezed and dried I would have wrote on another like me With the tip of my burnt branch. Oh, how papery it feels My flat surface so, surreal Yet here I […]

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Speaking Pages #3

During my midnight rest Writers become possessed By fleeing words in mind Tosses digested ones aside To find that hungry leaf of mine, A midnight snack I am forced to eat! ©2018∼VearnaGloster  

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Speaking Pages #1

♦♦♦ Oh page… it is only upon you I can hurl my desperate thoughts that I might find relief might I not shout at your brittle face surely an asylum, I will be placed. Hear, oh hear, my innocent pleas as my tears soften your pulped baked heart the recesses of my mind doth flow […]

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