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Post by cry,crayola. on Sept 9, 2007 9:38:26 GMT -8
These fingers prove worthless on a keyboard; they remain listless to the ivory touch. Yearning to pour out the human emotion, remains a disappointing result of stumbled chaos unable to guide expression from the tips that tingle, the limbs that long to share their own story. An unwritten talent that remains hidden.
Always.
I hate when my fingers tingle. I'm not sure about that last line, as far as it's place in the poem goes. *shrug*
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Post by Ramona on Sept 17, 2007 16:13:36 GMT -8
Personally, I don't find it appealing. For me there's just not enough emotion behind it, but there's nothing wrong with it in terms of how it was actually written.
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