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høυṡε øƒ сαɾḋṡ
Built sliver by sliver,
By fraction and fraction,
Precision with the slightest quiver,
Delicate breath held passion.
An’ finally it stands,
Stacked upward and outward,
Intricate structure of thin lands,
Speaking with soft word.
Tis’ takes but a whisper,
Merely a pin, piece of straw,
Struck with an unkind ambler,
Break it down and recreate the wrong.
- by Rurouni Mori |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/28/2013 |
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- Title: House of Cards
- Artist: Rurouni Mori
- Description: A poem borne from a series of strong emotions, a reflection upon my life and that around me, the effects pressed on me - both intentional and unintentional. But what emotions do you see in its structure? What do the builds word inside you, what do they whisper to your house? Is it stacked, delicate cards?
- Date: 05/28/2013
- Tags: house cards poem life emotion
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