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I kept on reading that wonderful sign the one that urges me on when times are bad but things aren't as awful as you made them out to be no matter the wonderful time we had Thinking, cussing, shaking these are the ideas stuck to my brain the ones that made you strong just way too strong And so the beautiful moon reaches its apocalyptic state impregnating the womb-like sky tree trunks have sunken deeper now along with that polka dotted skirt Every evening I share this monologue with my oh so loving dog |
I think I have found a new favorite in your writing. The personification is fresh and accurately placed in this piece. Again this took on familiar tones I can personally related to. Every line was so original but the entire piece was still cognizant. Thank you for sharing. | Posted on 2015-07-03 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ] | |