Give me a taste of these things that I waste
Burn me up
Beyond recognition
Can’t find ruptures
Once the skin’s broken in
Last rapturous voice
Calling me from the grave
But I can’t settle
You woke me up
But test my mettle
And found it wanting
I’m still forming
Sky metal warming
Beat me to shape
My purpose is warring
But those days are past
Never was official
Just a man with a business card
And his hand out
Waking up to a reality I can’t know
Finding life amid the wreckage
But pieces stick
They’re vestige
A woken dreamer
Last memories spill across the page
Pelgris 
Oh goodness this is so stunning my friend you are incredible! ♡♡♡
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Thank you!
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You amaze me, and that’s rare♡
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Thank you, sometimes I don’t feel very amazing, so I appreciate it.
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I’m too jaded to not mean it when I rarely think it, you’re superb my friend ♡
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That means so much to me. I often think that my writing is mediocre. Knowing that you, someone whose words and work I respect, thinks of me this way is a bit mind blowing.
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Seriously? You’re SO far from mediocre I can’t believe that! Never! Not remotely. You’re so talented that is not mediocre remotely I swear it
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Yeah, seriously. I wrote 4 poems today and I thought only one was even marginally good. The one you commented on. I listen to poetry and read other poets and my words don’t flow like that, don’t produce imagery like that. I have always seen my writing as minimalist and I hope it touches people but I don’t expect it to. I believe you, I just have a seriously hard time accepting it.
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I understand I feel the same. Most writers aren’t prodigious quantities are not as important as quality, one good book, one good poem. Many more than so many we consider good. Keep writing always, never stop, this is your calling I love your work
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From my heart, thank you. I need to stop crying and drive home now. Thank you so much 😊😢
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You’re my friend i support you
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*hugs* there really aren’t that many people who say that to me in a way that makes me believe it. And since I identify as a poet, it’s profound and hits me hard. Sorry to keep stating it. If you could see me, you’d see I look wrecked. Thank you my friend.
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