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Poetry By: Bazzare


Submitted:Oct 28, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Interwoven, strands of rough twine is the fabric of my existance

The offshoots feel rough in a certain direction.

This make-shift tapestry is the product of monotony.

I get the chance to look at other products which leave me

To comparing my own.

The others with their intricate and vividness go overlooked

Some more erratic while others plain.

I know that the product can be changed

Its the key I look for.

Two keys, one on this plane and the other

far away.

I have the furthest key and I am proud.

But its the nearest I have yet to acquire.


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