ForgottenBreath
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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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"Care not what others think, the truth inside is what matters, and be not afraid to be who you are, no matter the cost or humilty you must face." -=<x>=- breath -=<x>=-
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