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ForgottenBreath -> Work of Art (1/11/2005 8:46:01 AM)
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Breath is lingering, fleeing
as you feel the fine pointed pen etching
it's single tip like a sharp nail scratching
slowly, deliberatly digging into your back
Each line taking minutes
yet together with more, hours
time is lost, passion sparking within a soul
yet, the pen still continues
Warm breath felt upon my flesh
the rubbing of a hand to soothe discomfort
the pen point a single focus
pleasure, pain mingled with creativity
Wanting, needing more than that feeling
pulling yourself away from reality
and then the art draws to completion
a single dot marking you a portrait.
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