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I'm TETTEH the MUSE // words are what i use // to your heart am like the fuse // without me you will see abuse.// Words make and unmakes // remember the 'let there be's...'

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Gazing, Glancing, and Guessing.




From the roots,

Sketch up by creaks,

With little cracks

Of light.

Then,

A fore sight of branches,

Inviting me for crunches,

Held by the hand

I see the eyes,

Which make me yes

The old looks wear-out, then the fresh

Becomes apparent,

Displaying your green,

I expressed restrain

To await you,

The day I look you in the eye,

Am out of your reach.

Awaken to life

By the sound of your strife,

Then, there you were

I see your bruises for the sweetest.

MY FRESH PEAR ON THE TREE.

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