It’s cold.
I need to talk about what happened.
Fingers typing aren’t always me.
Please though, come.
The floor again is open.
Eyes that shouldn’t be are.
Don’t fade, please not that.
We’ll do the best we can.
It’s good to see you.
It’s cold.
I need to talk about what happened.
Fingers typing aren’t always me.
Please though, come.
The floor again is open.
Eyes that shouldn’t be are.
Don’t fade, please not that.
We’ll do the best we can.
It’s good to see you.
mtaggartwriter 
There’s only one blogger who will understand this fully. CC.
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I know I am not that mystery blogger, but some emotional scars are looming in this poem, powerful something needs to be express and yes eyes are haunting….cold is used both literary and metaphorical. I found it to be deep as well as haunting….
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Wow. If I were to publish this in a book I would use your thoughts as the top review.
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Then you must publish!
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Intriguing, I like it
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Hello, well written👍
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Hello, and thank you for taking time to read.
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👍
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