Late Night Heptad Four

Late Night Heptad Four

A Poem by Invisible Ink

Heptad: a group or series of seven

there is something there hiding,
behind my mind, burning to EXIST.
the truth is a vase long broken
drink the water quickly
the bread is to dry too taste
as the world turns away,
I can breath

© 2010 Invisible Ink

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Invisible Ink
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Added on February 10, 2010
Last Updated on February 10, 2010


Invisible Ink
Invisible Ink

Belton, TX

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