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Ruminate
Illusions of grandiose
Swear the wind
Carries your voice
Panic and fear
Have stripped bare
Flesh and bones
And still I lay here
wondering
Swear the wind
Carries your voice
Panic and fear
Have stripped bare
Flesh and bones
And still I lay here
wondering
Published 16th Aug 2019
| Edited 20th Aug 2019
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16th Aug 2019 11:32pm
16th Aug 2019 11:52pm
17th Aug 2019 00:00am
Dear D,
This work reminds of me of a past relationship. All the echos on my head of why it didn’t work out. Great write! H🌷
This work reminds of me of a past relationship. All the echos on my head of why it didn’t work out. Great write! H🌷
17th Aug 2019 00:03am
Not my intended meaning but I expect my readers to find their own ideas within my poetry. Thanks for your support H
17th Aug 2019 2:25am
I think those that have had the flesh stripped back bare, bones and all are often left to wonder. The how the why, what remains, what is gone no longer... Or rather lingering
