Broken, we embrace –
you slowly hole away,
explore a laughing woman,
lie with her of like poetry
When you awake
my self is clouds
their windows dark
but for glass –
no-one could end this.
(Magnetic Poetry seems to keep dragging me into the past. If you want to try it, the link is here.)
One Woman's Quest 
Beautiful. Your poem perfectly reflects the confusing thoughts that are in our head when we experience pain. They are jumbled, making no sense and it is impossible to form coherent sentences 😢
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Yes…I guess we’ve all experienced it at one time or another. Thanks, Christine.
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i like the disjointed words V.J, it speaks of words running through the mind overtaking each other but coming to a peaceful end
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Thanks Gina.
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