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Eyes can be so tellingly unspoken.

Their fate was sealed

Aren't we all just slaves in time

Beautiful creations Splattered on platters of paper The fruit of our poet loins birth by the pens

Motherhood is so bittersweet in its beauty

while a member of darkpoetry.com there's a black bird that comes with a devastating stop. i call him "writers block" one of the reasons i found ..

as he touches my face. such A-maze in his gaze