before this moment
i didnt want to kiss your lips
stroke your cheek or bury my pain in your hair
before the moon put on her gown to hide the scars paparazzied by the sun
i didn’t want to hide in that deep well of your warm strong arms for fear of being sold down that cold toxic emotional river
before you before tomorrow before my death two feathers from your wings fell into my poisoned dream turning them into golden keys opening a paradise
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I love this poem, it transports you, exquisite. 💖
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thank you friend xo
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You’re very welcome my friend 🌸
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wow
that’s as eloquent as I can get today for a comment, “wow”
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the coolest of the comments in the comments universe thank you friend xo
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Beautiful use of words, a poetic delight.
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thank you so much friend
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You are welcome. I enjoy reading it.
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Feathers and quills/ rest and writing.
Lovely to read you again, G.
xx
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much appreciated MReeves xo
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Amazing piece!
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thank you Eugi
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You’re welcome!😊
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‘before the moon put on her gown to hide the scars paparazzied by the sun’ loved this line.
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thank you dear friend xo
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xoxo
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swoon….so lovely, dear poet. i read it several times xo
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thanks Poet 🙂 i kinda like this one myself too
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Wow! This is so good! ‘…the moon…papparazzied by the sun…” and feathers are keys….
Love it!
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thank you friend, I need to re-read the work myself xoxo
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