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I would dream to reveal worlds –
Not to shroud…
as you do to silence tempestuous hearts,
scalding anger, fear and doubt.
At thee I commiserate –
Faineant artists…
you are painters without pigment,
poets without paper, singers without voice.
At least you were given the chance.
- by insom nom nom niaa |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/03/2009 |
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