How broken those with blue hearts
who embrace only poison breezes.
I dance rhythmless,
lingering on an almost stout word
men need cool from voices
baby, girly, cat, no eternity fare
I devour the salty note
bit life surrounding that din.
(Fridays are magnetic poetry)
For in the end we are all but stories, trying to find our way into the history of the universe.
A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!
thoughts from someone who lives it
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Love those first two lines…and then to dance rhythmless…so often that is exactly how life feels!
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It does. Thank you
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You’re welcome.
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Yes, this is wonderful.
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Thanks Cindy!
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I devour the salty note, something to ponder more on.
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Thanks….I’m pondering too.
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🙂
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