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)
Thats really cool! I love what you did here!
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Thank you. The Magnetic Poetry is fun.
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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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Yes, this is wonderful.
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Thanks Cindy!
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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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