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scorched
with an understanding
heart
and an
unforgiving soul
giving him all
she had
waiting to
die
she left him
wanting
more
with his
scorched
fingertips
she was out of
reach
heart
and an
unforgiving soul
giving him all
she had
waiting to
die
she left him
wanting
more
with his
scorched
fingertips
she was out of
reach
Published 29th Jun 2015
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29th Jun 2015 4:54am
29th Jun 2015 9:25am
Love that word,rage! Sometimes I
feel like iron, where nothing could
ever grow again! Thanks Poet :)
feel like iron, where nothing could
ever grow again! Thanks Poet :)
29th Jun 2015 5:53am
29th Jun 2015 9:39am
29th Jun 2015 7:23pm
You're a true femme fatale, Tommie! Those scorched fingertips can be counted as evidence. But no prints, unfortunately. Great job!
29th Jun 2015 9:10pm
Just living through my poetry,if I can even call it that... ;)
Thank you crowfly,I appreciate you :)
Thank you crowfly,I appreciate you :)
