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Bitten Nails

I keep up with the flow bitten nails go to show the truth is hard to tell if easy listening is what your looking for switch the station I paint the nails to let them grow reality sits down below wave from the cloud don't let em know I know how to walk through hell only hell I've known waltz really with closed eyes the whole time how am I to know what it looks like, down below? I paint my nails to let em grow the only truth I've ever known has run away, to another city, on another plane I don't miss him anymore just gonna write a few more poems about him I paint my nails to let em grow December's walking in front of traffic, despite the changing lights First time I've tasted snow on my tongue in fourteen years what if my palette changed? Or worse I remain forever the same?

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Date: 11/23/2018 9:08:00 PM
We keep changing every day, we just don't see it, you have me intrigued Nancy, Welcome to the site, hope to read more of your poems,
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