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Diatom Shells
Sep 12, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The Blind Prophet

The Blind Prophet I touch you because I am too blind to see you. I think by running my fingers Over the sweet braille of your body I will discover the word That made you incarnate.
— Diatom Shells, Sep 12, 2009

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lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Diatom Shells

Always beauty in your words.They always seem to hit the spot, and yes, I reckon you have already discovered the word. Well done. Love Lyz.
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orgami

16 years 8 months ago

Beautiful Pressure

I feel your sweep the swerve of words culminating and captivating slipping sideways in the swirl your biotic rythymns seeking in the winds of cause Your words embellishments of rite the languid cosmos of insight Thank you Oh Poetess of Power I bow to thee and mystic fingers swift patting keys
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Kailashana

16 years 8 months ago

*I am* is the word

*I am* is the word incarnate. We keep it for such a short time. Diatom Shells, you touch me with your *I am*. Forever blessed. ~A