writing
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The Flaw of Supremacy
If you only played the dream And sang nothing but the love, The spirit and the depths of the soul If nothing mattered but the pleasure And all you wrote rang in perfect harmony What would you do in order to forget? Plagued with the boundary of infinite joy Would you live here with me…
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The Artists
Yet another poem to help the days flow by and keep myself motivated on arty things! The artists learnt to love before they could draw. The drawing came easy, loving was the chore Judged, destroyed, rejected, criticised It would seem the love had gone from inside The artists learnt to listen before they could…
Hattie Butterworth 