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Friday, May 17, 2013

An Incubus

Poetry
Is similarity
Within disparity

Eyes glued to her face
Her gorgeous eyes embrace
No other could replace

Fading into the fade
Of a cold dark cell
Inside the skull is made
For creativity to dwell

The pencil lands on the page
Controlling the emotions
Holding back the rage
With unwavering devotion

Drawing inspiration
With mental perspiration
The words cause gestation
And rhythm an infestation.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker