stain myself
with ink,
it seems
through hand
pores
words sinking themsevles
into my DNA
covering my body in their
defenitions and
flow
creating a new person
as new skin forces
the old one
off
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Like a weaver weaves thread to create a beautiful rug, I'd like to think that I can weave words to create a beautiful picture that varies with each person that reads them. Here are my word-pictures.
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