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A conglomerate of words that reach in to wrench out the heart the lust, desire, the pain. Condensation as the water flows and the minds body transfers from one space to the next Soup. Soup it's called. A linguistic battle of warriors across time and space. Love and faith, a tumultuous gift, delicately dancing across in script. I thank the -White Wolf - acknowledgment incomparable to the phrases within the realm I am struck

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Date: 1/3/2022 1:25:00 AM
superbly expressed
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Date: 11/28/2018 1:40:00 PM
As we all do. Well said...
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Date: 10/16/2018 2:39:00 PM
Yes, this is certainly a beauty of a poem! So honest...it illicits deep feelings within me as it should in the poetrysoup community. And, yes, the White Wolf can inspire your heart and pen.
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Date: 10/11/2018 7:45:00 PM
No thanks necessary, Life's Tapestry. It is truly my belief, that, in time, you shall be regarded as one of the great wordsmiths on soup. I look forward to learning from you as I have done from this site. Now spread thy wings and fly.
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Date: 10/11/2018 11:27:00 AM
Yes I agree he ought to be thanked, I find your words strengthening and altruistically beautiful . Thank you for sharing dear poetess
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