Poem poem- August 30, 2018 mtaggartwriter11 Comments Your eyes are no longer dry and the smell of mixed earth with blood hangs around you. You’re done- -M. Taggart Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Thanks Tara. There was a lot more to it. I trimmed it way down. It’s more of a note for me to look at in a few years. LikeLiked by 1 person
I have an image of someone just after they’ve committed their first murder. Very intense xx LikeLike Reply
When I think about what you wrote than deleted its another person than you or maybe I’m the other person who reads mine and I say did I write..no how could this be..it has to be another LikeLike Reply
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Wow. This just created the most intense vivid scene in my mind. Crazy.
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That is to say: this is really good.
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Thanks Tara. There was a lot more to it. I trimmed it way down. It’s more of a note for me to look at in a few years.
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I have an image of someone just after they’ve committed their first murder. Very intense xx
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woah ..well that’s an interesting take on this! lol
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What can I say, my mind is a strange place sometimes 😉
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When I think about what you wrote than deleted its another person than you or maybe I’m the other person who reads mine and I say did I write..no how could this be..it has to be another
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WP plays games.
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This poem flows very well.
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The imagery I’m left with is of a fist fight. I hope you won! 😉
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Lol this post might just be a guessing game.
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