The rose has vanished
Thorns fallen down
You kissed and sucked
The poison out
Pale skin stitched
Wire-bound tattoo
You follow the path
Inside to outside
Dry blood, your seeds
Dry tears, your salt
An ideal dressing
For a tastier dawn.
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HC, sometimes you’re so deep I wonder you can breathe down there! Very lovely…
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Thanks Calen… *gobbles* 😀
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Very thoughtful. Great imagery.
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Thank you for reading and for your words, Chris.
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I was going to say, and I missed my chance earlier, that this was a karate chop to any negativity that might be creeping into your life. I love how you cut it down and wrap it up and toss it out there. “An ideal dressing for a tastier dawn.” Good God, man, you are gifted. Ow!!!
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I had been cogitating for a whole week on how our sad experiences can surprise us one day, by turning into a vector which leads us to a more pacified way of living. Pain turns into consciousness, tears turn into salt and we all need salt… Thank you for your words, reading you on a Monday morning makes my whole week 🙂 ❤
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This is a wonderful realisation. I want to arrive at that conclusion on my own, too. Your kind words always warm my heart, HC. Thank you. xo
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