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this power we wield

each instant you
pull the quill, resting
between your breastbone
and your life's undulations;

treasures once hidden,
pulse and bubble over;
releasing that instance
uncovered then framed





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Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2015-12-20 at 10:44

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So true and so beautifully said.
Ashe
2015-12-21