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.in the middle of the floor
sits a box filled with things his things not my things no dusting required for these things it seems were just passing through now no things remain not one crumb no forget-me-nots remember when things simply bare on the shelf that was home just air. |
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i like this. very nice!
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Very telling, I know the feeling. Always amazing how quickly the possessions of one can be gone but the memories linger on.
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Thank you all! And yes, pkd "things" always tend to leave memories ~
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very nice
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(((K)))
Here's to leaving the things of the past where they belong |
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thanks all!!!
and i hear ya Vicki!! |
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Regrets? Bittersweet? or just over & done?
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Truly poignant
Could really feel the write bastet... |
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I have deeply missed your spirit,, and here you lay upon us open and raw
Beautiful you,, |
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tribe ~ all of the above, suppose that's normal tho
angel and LA Mom ~ i just you guys!! |
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thanks kc for peeking in!
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There are no extra words in your poem, yet you fill the page with an image and mood...not an easy thing to do.
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