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offer a new title for this piece please.

 

 

 

Growing blind

To beauty of

Existence

 

Focusing on the

Stray lash blurring

The faded vision of words

 

Stagnate water flooding

Banks of painted nice

Memories, desperately losing

 

Did you….could you help

Breathe, need to

Crippling hands denying

 

That blue pen, staining ink

For fear of saying

Those words he voice dare not

 

Author's Note

Cp. 10:00AM Sun 05/11/08 �Breathe� Breaking Benjamin ok, tired, blurred though, just words, reaching quota (Typed, Prides)