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razor sharp flick and the ravels
of my reality
unfurl
long have I forgiven
your acid tongue
and lack,
of heart
and now
beauty blossoms
in my careful handwoven stitches
as my heart becomes a patchwork of love.
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Author notes
Nothing personal. Just writing (Yeah!!!)
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Liked the metaphoric grounding in this. Like the lady said before me, it is different than your norm but good to see you delighting in the writing!
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Very different from your usual forms, but fantasticly penned. Such fire in these words, and still forgiveness buried within. For the rose of love we forgive the thorns for drawing blood. Wonderful my friend!
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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I like this. Short, sweet and to the point. I like how you wrote it clear enough that I know exactly how you feel. I've been down that bumpy road too.
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