"Exempt From A Dream"
I want to be a beautiful thing, jaggedly so, fallen on its own sword, But my wings are cracked, dreams collecting like dirt beneath my nails, The dust on my shoulders has been muddied by tears, and already I wane.
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I am a shortform and free-verse poet. I aim to capture moments, and the feeling in such moments, with images using words. I'm also, funnily enough, a photographer: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kingdavidphotography/
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