with out words

hers is a persistent beauty, the type that won't let go.  Setting up camp for a long term campaign.
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hers is a short term beauty, the type that fizzles out.  Finding herself empty, and with no source.
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hers is an intimidating beauty, the type men fear.  Lose of grounding in reality with prolonged exposure.
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hers is a violent beauty, the type that wreaks havoc.  She presents herself as a weapon to destroy.
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hers is an unseen beauty, the type that goes unnoticed.  Offering stability to those that invest in her.
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hers is a consistent beauty, the type that endures.  Observers turn to her with expectation regularly.
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hers is a considerate beauty, the type that differs.  She brings others along with her to every new level.
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...

Ink less

Sitting in my past and no longer waiting.

Getting ready slowly, but not stalling in large sweeps of time.  The cliff is just around the corner and I...have broken thresh hold.

 A strong boundary held and strongly so.

It all continues to filter up.  For that which I am in need is less than what is give. Freely.  

Ink less, I'm hung out to dry...

to be said

I'm sorry for this silence, both previous and present…
I'll scream, but only when I can get away with it.
Which is when I'm alone, but you need not worry.
I'll only be this at the last resort.
tearing and weeping on the inside because I'm stretched beyond distance.
even time breaks my tendons past the healing.
I'm not as much water as I was
I keep poring out
I'm emptying, and this is also a good thing.
the over flow of word build up is coming into a flash point

Pensil lead still lies
                                 a lot.