Wet Canvas
Poems and stories, all attempts to be a writer.
Friday, May 1, 2015
Emote
Calloused tips stretch,
push lines of steel.
Pulling pitch,
sculpting sound.
Melody drips rich
salted notes.
leaving a trail
of incorporeal inspiration.
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