Sometimes passionate writing
Rips holes through paper
And the wanderers' tears
Seep through the pores
Between the failed feelings
Ripe with trembles and fear
Of perhaps an emptier soul
Than the fingers had spasmed
Into a fallacy of continuance.
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Love this. What you're feeling comes through so spectacularly, its like I can see what you're seeing. Very good, I especially love the first two lines. Absolutely riveting. The only thing I would change is that it gets a little disjointed. I don't really know where the finger spasming came from. I know what you're alluding to and what you're provoking here [and its very effective] but on a second read it seems a little off for some reason.
Great otherwise, I really loved it. You should really write more <3
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