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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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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