'Won't be buried'

A Poem by What happened to simple old me?

trace a thin lead line; sketch dark, an overpass between these two secrete bodies. Shade our imperfections out, and smudge our paths together. Do not distill our being with colour, but leave the merked tone still. Echoing, a tunnel's worthiness.

© 2011 What happened to simple old me?

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...	. love this post ... my favourite lines is ... "Shade our imperfections out, and smudge our paths together." ... Posted 12 Years Ago . love this post ... my favourite lines is ... "Shade our imperfections out, and smudge our paths together." ... Rating /100

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'Death was just a simple glance across a dim lit room And those eyes did it Those three words did it Those three words killed him And I surrender to it all Between you and me, I surrender to you .. more..