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aqua movements in the ancient moss the paddle broken in the diamond spaces i have a plum bruised ego in the altar of the city where the ghosts read poems |
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Thank goodness the ghosts read poems...
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crossing in aqua movements in the ancient moss the paddle broken in the diamond spaces i have a plum bruised ego in the altar of the city where the ghosts read poems |
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crossing in aqua movements in the ancient moss the paddle broken in the diamond spaces i have a plum bruised ego in the altar of the city where the ghosts read poems I am glad you are back. I have missed your heart's depth. |
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metaphorically sound, much enjoyed
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This ghost still reads poems. Nice write jimz. It's good to read your words again.
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I always feel like I'm being held captive by your writings jimz.
Willingly but still a prisoner! |
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what visions you create in my mind...
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good write Jim
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{{{Jimmy}}}
Sending you some salve for those bruises my friend. |
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A bruised ego just means another lesson learned and another poem written to keep the ghosts of the past busy reading.
(((Jim))) |
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