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Ripped and Torn

Do you still call me in your dreams? Fetus pillow ,how I miss your feet Alarmclock flashes through molasses Teary pillow tangled sheets Recalling conversation Questioning the answers Recoiling in retreat C'mon coffee, stay awake Time to face the busy street Time to walk the depro beat Laughs too loud and sleeps too late Tattle tale twin- duck taped inside Dodge the cars avoid the bars In case Im forced to laugh About their weekend aftermath Prying lies sniffing eyes Stick to shadows when you run Dont u get it? Do I have to spell it? What a klutz , walking retard Exposed in headlights, and hates the nights Ha ha lookit him Tries to nurse his broken heart

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Date: 9/4/2017 6:37:00 AM
Jeannie I am sorry your heart was broken. What more can I say for nothing I say wii mend it. cute description of the aftermath.
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/4/2017 6:38:00 AM
The word is acute.
Date: 1/14/2017 3:13:00 PM
Jannie - this is personal, is it not? so many of the lines touched me, such simple ones like about the feet - one misses feet one used to snuggle, I know. I found this poem tender with its searching questions and frail confidence. It touched me. Who knows where the people are - I never get that. I truly felt emotion in this. Enjoyed it very much ... CayCay
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Jannie Breedt
Date: 6/4/2017 11:12:00 PM
Omg . Only NOW do i find your moat welcome comment. Yes its personal and it hurt. I use PS as therapy. Otherwise I go on a rampage or rage all day long. I walk around making a complete ass of myself. Gosh I miss you.

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