spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Into his thoughts she crept
Quietly, unbidden
He let her stay
Perhaps too long
And when she chose to leave
He could not bear it
For he had become used
To her presence
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Beautiful words, Tara!
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Thanks Tom. Reworking some old stuff.
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short, concise but says it all. I like it.
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Thanks Mike. Always good to see you stop by.
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I think you know, I love this kind of thing!
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Thank you so much! Yes, I can see that would.
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I like the ambiguity here, Tara: on the face of it a physical realtionship, yet this could relate to a dream, an obsession, depression…
Great stuff.
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Well, you saw right to the heart of things, once again. Personification. Sometimes using that literary device helps others relate to the seemingly unrelatable.
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I couldn’t agree more!
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I love it when someone is able to say this much with so few words.
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Thanks River, I always appreciate you taking the time to read my work.
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Whether you know it or not, I’m always there.
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That’s good to know, River. You’re one of the best. I wholeheartedly mean that.
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Very beautifully versed
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Thank you
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You are very welcome indeed
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I like the bereft-ness, seems to make the despondence and emotion hang further in the air.
Great piece.
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Thank you Mark. I think I felt bereft when I wrote it.
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Hopefully that feeling hasn’t lingered.
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It goes off and on. Mostly off.
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Just another part of the emotional landscape, good to move through fast sometimes.
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Plus, you need the highs and lows.
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That you do, what is the in-between but white noise. 🙂
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Ooh, very nice!
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Thank you Benjamin.
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Welcome.
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