©2022 Michael Raven
i am weary -- long draw faced eyes asunder chip-flecked storms in grey drag staring soul hollow at memories left in fade limping my lost blue jean swagger krayon melting on a shelf take a picture you can review at the pyre of future pasts burning slide into the new skin so warm inside and take me into your night blue night
I. Love. This!
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Thank you, Tara. 💕
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Wow. So many great lines in this one.
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Thank you very much, Bridgette. ❤
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You had a quite a writing sesh on these latest pieces. I can feel the portal that swallowed you and gorged on your muse.
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Thanks, Ray. I’m definitely feeling otherworldly the past few days, so who knows?
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Run with it. You’re being blessed by the esoteric.
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