The Impossibility of ExistenceA Poem by mescalito75Hair and flesh as mere clothes will count for nought when in death's throes I know the measure of my kind is all created in the mind, while bones may break and flesh may tear, illusion of self will still be there; all experience of peace and love comes from within, not from above. © 2009 mescalito75 |
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Added on November 12, 2009 Last Updated on November 12, 2009 Authormescalito75Sunderland, UK., United KingdomAboutI'm and English Literature/Media graduate doing an MA in Cultural Studies. I don't write as much as I should as I pick the bones out of everything before I finish the first page. I have many short sto.. more..Writing
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