Blessed be the hearts that strive-
It hurts to see minds contorted while
spilling images of indulgence
that only one morning might see in
a single mind within a single thought-
I hope they might never take you there
-M. Taggart
Blessed be the hearts that strive-
It hurts to see minds contorted while
spilling images of indulgence
that only one morning might see in
a single mind within a single thought-
I hope they might never take you there
-M. Taggart
Read, read, read again. Loved :O) x
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Write that after working 14 hours straight lol. Row, row, row your boat
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I’m surprised you managed to keep your eyes open long enough!!! xxx
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Wrote. Not write. Damn thumbs!
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Think maybe you need a little nap Matt ;O) x
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❤
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But I let them take me there. I am weak, I’ve always been. 😭
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well, there’s always tomorrow 🙃
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Sure. We’ll stand up again, tomorrow.
By the way, I posted a new blog and I hope you could participate. Cheers! 😊
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Very deep. I like the line “spilling images of indulgence”
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Beautiful poem my friend.<3
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Why do you think it is beautiful? I’d appreciate knowing.
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The way you put the words together. I appreciate poem a lot and I don’t have the talent to write one, so to me a poet does a beautiful job.❤️
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Oh, I think you do! Thank you and good morning!
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My pleasure ❤️have a nice day 😊
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