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Upon The Authors Death

Upon The Authors Death

My repository of art

Is stabbed with a dagger in the heart

Words fiercely oozing out

My visnomy wry and pout

My love, my aegis

The stories I’ve been told for ages

These and more I’m loosing

What do you think?

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  1. Each line as I mostly understood it for myself, felt like the wind that touches my skin, I felt pain and overwhelm emotions w/in oneself.
    I don’t fully understand each word; I guess I should go look them up But I’m not because the feel I get from this writing is of sadness and I too sometimes write of these words But my words are more of elementary. take in a deep breath and listen to your loving heart….

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