lights dim
touch bruises,
safety vanished
air: no movement
continuing to reign
over what is no more
reinforces suffering.
alone, but no longer yours
lights dim
touch bruises,
safety vanished
air: no movement
continuing to reign
over what is no more
reinforces suffering.
alone, but no longer yours
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
😦 I can feel the ouch in this one 😦
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The ouch is real, but one learns from them. ♡ Thank you, my friend.
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sadly, sometimes we learn the most from our ouchies
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♡
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xo
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♡
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Owwwww, ‘sigh’ (sympathetic). I think I know what this is about. Sad and sorrowful.
Be kind to yourself, my friend and please have a wonderful week.
🙂 ❤
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A wonderful weekend to you, as well. Thank you ♡
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❤
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You’re so brave, Audrey! This is another beauty, you know.
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Thank you ♡
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i’m touching
the screen
to be sure
it’s only a bad
movie
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Sadly, not a movie. Thank you ♡
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This requires and deserves several readings.
i like this, Audrey, like it very much indeed
Ever
jf
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Humbled, jf. You continue to honor my poetry. Thank you
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Sometimes pain just lingers even when the blow fades. Wishing you good dreams, Audrey.
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Thanks, Shari
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I just dug up a cardboard palm in the yard and know how this feels. Nicely done, Audrey
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You may have the tougher job, John. Thanks
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*licking wounds* 🙂
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