Late Night Heptad TwoA Poem by Invisible InkHeptad: a group or series of seven
who knows why these words are chosen
pulled at a coins edge from the edge of my mind too late to push back, too early to scream but the dribble of feelings, a no man’s-land of trembling life, naked. cling to beauty before it decays into knowledge only dead men can understand what we wish to know © 2010 Invisible InkAuthor's Note
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Added on February 10, 2010 Last Updated on February 10, 2010 AuthorInvisible InkBelton, TXAboutI don't really like being judged by my age, so obviously I am young. I really spell either so thank god for computers. I am a black-belt but am too sick to continue training so i take comfort in my wr.. more..Writing
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