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If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between the metaphoric lines. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unwritable things never whispered of. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed. But, otherwise, I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line but even the shades and innuendo between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor-made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in.
I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers.
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What a true beauty and picture of innocence. Fifth grade is definitely an age when you believe you have the world by the tail,as many believe this fallacy at that age. Life is difficult,but allow Gods strength to be your strength.
Julia
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At a time when innocent crushes was our introduction of possible wonderful things to come. Be blessed…
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A surprising ending! Sweet poem. 🌼
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Thank you.
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Oh the 5th grade crushes-:)
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Yea, those times. 🥹
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😎❤️🥹
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I love how this ends. Beautiful and brutally true at the same time. I remember those days…
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Thank you much. Yes, those early days were merciless at times.
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