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scars
she is
too
far away
in distance,
to hear,
if
i could
give her
flowers
to speak,
a garden
of poems,
i will
be lonely
my mind,
my soul
will be
roped
with scars.
too
far away
in distance,
to hear,
if
i could
give her
flowers
to speak,
a garden
of poems,
i will
be lonely
my mind,
my soul
will be
roped
with scars.
Published 30th Dec 2023
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30th Dec 2023 9:21pm
I’m fucking crazy about the depth and darkness of the final line. Your first and last stanzas blend seamlessly… and just … fuck...roped with scars. That is stellar imagery
31st Dec 2023 2:48am
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31st Dec 2023 3:18pm
This is a poignantly aching poem. Betty is right, that last line is everything
31st Dec 2023 3:29pm
