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Conect11
Jan 21, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

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The softest cheeksseemthe most innocent.I love the smellof clean hair,the smellof young perfume.The heart is mallableto a certain point,capable ofmany injuries.The heart isa woundable thing. If I could breathethe softest air,what would that feel like?The softest water I ever feltwas as supple as silk,despite its Norwegian name. Science gives as theories,Art gives us poetry.Where does beauty fit in? Is there objectivityin seeing a beautiful woman?Must the skin be smooth,must the bones line upin just the right way? Ah, what is beautywithout a woundable heart?
What are beautiful eyes
with an ugly spirit?
And what is soft skin,
without a supple nature?  
— Conect11, Jan 21, 2009
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Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

“There’s a crack,

"There's a crack, there's a crack in everything that's how the light gets in." Leonard Cohen, *Anthem*... The heart has to break. ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~
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bloke

17 years 4 months ago

i like

this poem. It eased me into a reflective mindstate. The poem, for me, seemed to buld ever so slightly verse by verse. It is both well written and a very enjoyable read.

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