Poetry feels…
itchy; an uncomfortable
rash of thoughts wrung
from truth. I scratch
the pen across white
bandages, soothing
the urge to scream
— t. l. cummings
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itchy; an uncomfortable
rash of thoughts wrung
from truth. I scratch
the pen across white
bandages, soothing
the urge to scream
— t. l. cummings
Image found on Pinterest
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Yup, you hit the nail on the head 🙂
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Thank you!
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lol!
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Yes! Perfect explanation. Love this! 😊
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Excellent captured in your words.
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Thank you, Francina!
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Loved your imaginative and clever portrayal.
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Telling it like it is – love it!
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Compelling!
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Thank you 🙂
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