Woe Be Gone

books feel no pain though tattered and torn. not pricked with voodoo precision, chiseled at the gums. my upturned smile borrows misery. I can not turn the pages. the patrons read my lips "woe be gone"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Dietrich Avatar
February 16, 2017 at 7:22 PM
this was really a great read, Kim. One of my favorites I've seen this evening!
Rodrigues Avatar
February 16, 2017 at 7:55 PM
Thank you, Andrea!
Spagnola Avatar
February 16, 2017 at 1:21 AM
Kim this piece is a 7+ just for your Marvelous form, it rocks! I struggle to put your thoughts united. I full-on concur with your final line. I would love to have more understanding :)...peace, jill
Rodrigues Avatar
February 16, 2017 at 5:57 AM
Thank you, Jill! Just my thoughts while working at the library. I'm having nerve pain in my mouth. Not fun.
Green Avatar
February 15, 2017 at 4:24 PM
I think I know where this is one came from. Nicely done Kim.
Rodrigues Avatar
February 15, 2017 at 7:21 PM
Thanks, Chris!
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February 15, 2017 at 3:57 PM
Nice!
Rodrigues Avatar
February 15, 2017 at 7:22 PM
Thanks, Mike! Looks like I will probably be heading back to the dentist!
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