Stare.A Poem by Cassidy MaskNot so much a memory of what was once.
More testing powers of invention that I’ve studied and tried to perfect.
I get lost all over again in worlds I’ve failed to invent.
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This place makes me forget who I’ve become. © 2012 Cassidy Mask |
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Added on December 18, 2012 Last Updated on December 18, 2012 AuthorCassidy MaskSingaporeAboutI'm at art college in Singapore. "...I never heard them laugh. They had, Instead, this tic of scratching quotes in air - like frightened mimes inside their box of style, that first class carriag.. more..Writing
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