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Die a little
Inside die for the truth of things
little specters of guilt flinch
when you spotlight my flaws
Wept yesterdays better left as ghosts
restless spirits on their way without me
trouble no more, the soul bound
There is no resolving the dead and buried
feelings accused as emptiness
better off left alone
Published 13th Oct 2023
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That is tight. Very good read. In a couple of weeks I will bump this. Keep on bringing them.
Bat
Bat
13th Oct 2023 2:18am
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15th Oct 2023 1:33am
Could almost see the sawdust on the floor here. God knows what that means but I feel ya.
15th Oct 2023 1:36am
thank you dearest Billy this poem is about feelings or thoughts better left laid to rest... I deeply appreciate your thoughts ❤️
15th Oct 2023 1:38am
... Laid to rest, like dust, right? See, I knew I could read you (in my mind only) ;-)
15th Oct 2023 1:39am
you're right you can...
here's a song...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTuNcVvvWxU
here's a song...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTuNcVvvWxU
28th Oct 2023 3:41am
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