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The Writer

August 8, 2013
By GreyGirl ELITE, Pohang,Kyungbuk, Other
GreyGirl ELITE, Pohang,Kyungbuk, Other
170 articles 122 photos 391 comments

The white walls leached the
Sunlight from your skin until
You and the paper
Became one, distinguished by
Inky words only.

Footsteps in the snow,
Each plodding word was a
Step towards salvation.
But it turned your fingers cold
To the very bone.

When you finally
Looked up from the porcelain
Pages you wrote on
You found that you were snow blind
And the words had fled.



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GreyGirl ELITE said...
on Aug. 16 2013 at 7:02 pm
GreyGirl ELITE, Pohang,Kyungbuk, Other
170 articles 122 photos 391 comments
Thank you very much :)

on Aug. 16 2013 at 3:48 pm
Superhero_Fan SILVER, Tomorrowland, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Impossible; for How many people did you know who refracted your own light to you?” - Fahrenheit 451

Wow, you have a way with words. Good job!