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i feel the pierce of each tiny shard wafting through air as that glass shatters in echoes against walls
my blood splatters the same as it falls down
i am fine...just musing...

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Date: 1/16/2020 11:07:00 AM
Artistic in many ways...in the play of words...nice vibes
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Sandra Adams
Date: 1/16/2020 11:07:00 AM
Thank you so much Arturo... hugs
Date: 1/15/2020 9:20:00 AM
Ouch this is creepy good... Love it.. Even I walk on the dark side now and then Bwahahahaha
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Date: 1/15/2020 10:20:00 AM
lol... thank you Robert... if creepy is good then count me in...
Date: 1/14/2020 1:20:00 PM
Sandra, your poem made me think of what it must be like during the recent air strikes in the Middle East. Also, when Hurricane Matthew hit my area, I wrapped myself in a comforter (even though it was hot outside) for fear shards of window glass would cut me. Sometimes those shards can be words that hurt us too. Very nice work!
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Sandra Adams
Date: 1/14/2020 7:29:00 PM
Thank you Carolyn...i cannot imagine living in a war zone like that...i had that same fear as you when we had a tornado come through late one night...an f5 in an area that never gets them...and a rare night one...i remember the fear and hiding with the kids on the stair case huddled under a thick blanket for the same reason you did... words can damage more so i think because a surface wound will heal and eventually the scar fade but the words will echo forever in a mind... hugs
Date: 1/14/2020 1:19:00 PM
Love your poem and your note at the bottom. From frown to smile that fast. : ) Really Sandy, your words ache because your talent to express emotions is so strong. Beautifully done.
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Sandra Adams
Date: 1/14/2020 7:24:00 PM
Thank you Chris...i guess i can pick emotions out of my mind like flowers from a field...

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