heaviness in me
holds me down against the earth
my eyes while open
are deprived of your beauty
sinews in my brain toughened
hell hounds sucked bones clean
drowning of thirst for freedom
formidably sad
azures of my soul died away
my tear lands in the shot glass
words less spoken 
Well written and well understood my friend. 💜🌼
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thanks Jen 🙂 ❤
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🙂💜🌼 you’re welcome Hon.
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Loved this, well written & beautiful words. Going to follow you, hope for a follow back :).
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Poeta! I loved it! It’s so dramatic and fragile, sometimes it whispers, sometimes screams! Thanks for sharing
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obrigado poeta ! esta é a revisão mais poética que já tive ❤
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colega poeta, essa linda escrita merece muito mais! obrigado
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This feels so fragile and brittle. Well written.
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Thank you, Misky. the twiglet was a good challenge for me 🙂 Thanks for reading!
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Such a portrait of despair. Very well said…
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last two lines– killer
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Intriguing piece with a feeling of fragility. Superb piece, mb.
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Thank you so much friend 🧡
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Most welcome! 💛 💚
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