rosewood arm wrapped tight
moon slice robin egg blue black freckles
beyond the shadow of the spider’s web silvery dew hangs
the heart stopped years ago so quiet it is the invisible steps of the spiders weaving up their net amplified in the violet breeze
my glance molded inside the grip of the cup bitter and heavy
life weeps through the slits of my old old eyes
breath too weak to move spider threads evaporate into a darkness
words less spoken 
Beautifully written and heartfelt. I love your writing style!
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Thank you so much Lucy. Most importantly thanks for writing more and sharing. Really appreciate and enjoy your work xoxo
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Aww, thank you so much. ❤️ Writing is indeed essential especially during these times. Thank you for sharing your work as well.
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life does see to weep…
and life does seem spooky
just feeling so very off today
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yes vibrations are off have heart friend
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will do… you too
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tomorrow’s audio is ready
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Haha cant wait!!! CD CD CD 💿
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🤓🤣🤓
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Beautiful Brazfield,
beautiful. xo
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Thank you friend xo 🙂
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