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love letter #58

i found my fingers
trying to grip mountains,
a pen and some poems
and i admitted to myself

you hated the fact i wrote,
words i knew and all their meanings

i rub my hand across my cheek,
it's fresh and soap-scrubbed
there isn't a trace of you there anymore

first time i have thought of you
and didn't cry

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I wish it was I who wrote this.
I love this statement it rings so true.
"i rub my hand across my cheek,
it's fresh and soap-scrubbed
there isn't a trace of you there anymore"
If it's true for you, then I am happy for you.
Great write short and to the point well done Girl
Eddie C.

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

Thanks Eddie, yes the person this was too did take some scrubbing but eventually things do work out the way they are meant too I think. Appreciate the comment.

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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Oh!

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Nah pop no style, a strickly roots.

Marie, I've missed these :)

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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Well, if I can post nothing else here I can at least post my monosyllabic comments to your poetry! :-D

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Nah pop no style, a strickly roots.

And I will smile everytime you do and I am sure eventually Andrew will sort it out, I am keeping the faith and besides that, here I think I am re-inspired with new stuff, I have quite a bit to post, just wanted some old favorites here for the first month or so along with some short new ones :)

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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