Not LiterallyA Poem by Emily BThe words write me describing the metaphor of my life. Similes surround me pigeon-holing me into conceits of literal understanding. Descriptions paint pictures of me in the minds of reviewers who would lock me into concepts of lackluster brilliance. Perceptions distort visions of reality until I become the words that would capture my essence.
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4 Reviews Added on February 5, 2008 Last Updated on February 7, 2008 AuthorEmily BRichmond, KYAboutto the Lost Boys I am no Wendy; but my voice brings you back to me. And you sit around my feet, anxious for a story or a kiss. Listening to my words spinning adventures, like so much g.. more..Writing
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