Cicatrix
From tocks and ticks
Like wax from melted
Candlesticks
Wounds of old
Of fire and gold
Exposed when forgotten
Dreams unfold
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Cicatrix
From tocks and ticks
Like wax from melted
Candlesticks
Wounds of old
Of fire and gold
Exposed when forgotten
Dreams unfold
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I really like this
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Really? It feels a little, to me, like it’s missing something ): So, thanks, that makes me feel a bit better
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I definitely feel that way about mine, pretty often actually, but I do think this is lovely. I like the way the rhymes flow in it, it can be easy to get stuck thinking you have to stay in a rigid structure of some sort.
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Oh, well, I feel that way about yours, too. 😏
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Ha, I meant that as I know how you feel 🙂 I love your poetry, it’s excellent.
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Knock it off, or you’re gonna make me smile 😠
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Challenge accepted
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Damn!
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High praise, indeed! Who doesn’t love getting a “Damn!”? Thank you. I half-regretted posting that one (:
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You deserve this Damn! Love to you
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And to you
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