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Cliche Darling
Is bloodied fists
raging against the pain
that cranks out broken limbs
leaving casualties everywhere
finger nails chewed to the nub
dreaming of your phantom voice
a dull ache you can't erase
haunting my memory
you left me wanting
cliché I know
these empty feelings
a cold blanket I take comfort in
raging against the pain
that cranks out broken limbs
leaving casualties everywhere
finger nails chewed to the nub
dreaming of your phantom voice
a dull ache you can't erase
haunting my memory
you left me wanting
cliché I know
these empty feelings
a cold blanket I take comfort in
Published 30th Apr 2014
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30th Apr 2014 8:46pm
Dearest Crim...you deserve so much "light" in your life.. instead of the dismal feelings portrayed in this ink.. with warming hugs..xoxo domore
30th Apr 2014 10:40pm
30th Apr 2014 8:58pm
I've covered up in that very same cold blanket. Feeling it Crim. Thank you for sharing :)
30th Apr 2014 10:41pm
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30th Apr 2014 10:42pm
thank you beautiful Kat for the RL add which touched my heart and for sending warmth my way :) with love Brenda
30th Apr 2014 9:18pm
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1st May 2014 00:32am
Your ink draws me in each time. You write from your heart Ms Crim. It is well felt. Thank you.
1st May 2014 00:55am
1st May 2014 2:01am
I really do think everyone around here should have a drink together; so many beautiful souls in anguish and hurt... stunning as always Crim xx
1st May 2014 4:25pm
getting together having a couple of drinks sounds great.. thank you lovely lady :) with love Crim
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1st May 2014 5:59am
Fair Lass, your words are always compelling and masterfully written.
There are few things worse than a broken heart, crumbled and cold, no blanket capable of providing warmth.
Sending you a warm, comforting embrace. XO
There are few things worse than a broken heart, crumbled and cold, no blanket capable of providing warmth.
Sending you a warm, comforting embrace. XO
1st May 2014 4:27pm
1st May 2014 6:35am
the prime function of a blanket is to provide warming comfort, & it always delivers.
there are some things you can depend on...
there are some things you can depend on...
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1st May 2014 5:10pm
No no no, thank you for allowing me the privilege to read from you Crim Darling!
Zazzles
Zazzles
1st May 2014 7:30pm
1st May 2014 1:24pm
The pain of not controlling who our heart choices to fall in love with, inked perfectly Crim
1st May 2014 4:42pm
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1st May 2014 7:51pm
God, I'm like a bad period. . .and I'm always missing your poems right when they are published. UGH! This is very unsettling (for me). . .but anyhow, excellent write, Crim, however late my comment is. . .with respect, Devlin:)
1st May 2014 7:54pm
ah Devlin you're always right on time when I need a smile thank you lovely lady :) with respect Crim
1st May 2014 8:57pm
,....I have a cold blanket just like that, it's sage and pink.. ;)
You know how much I adore your ink, so responding to how wonderful this is, should come as no surprise...Xo
You know how much I adore your ink, so responding to how wonderful this is, should come as no surprise...Xo
1st May 2014 9:34pm
2nd May 2014 00:22am
very emotive read Crim! a vent out in words of the murderous emptiness..the last four liners esp. are exceptional. adoring your pen!
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