I am a painting, blindly colored, an image seen from far.
I am a song, swiftly carried, to botched and severed ears.
I am a heart, tightly wound, emotion pricked with guilt.
I am a life, skillfully kilned, to a glossy imperfection.
Please tell me what you think
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I really like this it says alot in so little words =D...awesomness!!! loves ya issa
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i like the background. thats the first thing and only thing i focused on at first. (you know how i am easily distracted) then came your words. i like the language. "kilned, botched, wound" good words, unusual, unique. and you are unique in the way you use your words, although, in my opinion, imperfection is not the word i would choose for you my love.


