imprinted

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imprinted

I am the anti-Mule
a blank imprinting canvas
I'll wear the marks that you
leave me until death parts us
ingrained within my mind
engraved upon my essence
they're fastening my ties
and tearing me to pieces
I am the anti-Mule
a blank imprinting canvas
I'll wear the marks that you
leave me until death parts us
ingrained within my mind
engraved upon my essence
they're fastening my ties
and tearing me to pieces

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

Sleeves’s Poems (23)

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memories 0
album 0
turquoise 1
delusion 0
cold 1
wife 0
imprinted 0
sepia 2
emerge 1
gravity 0
Two haikus 0
Strips 7
The lone wheat 3
Life that never was 3
Tide 4
I awake 5
Lúthien 5
Gone with the whales 2
Picture 3
Perfect looks 2
You, here 3
Scarred 5
Fade 1