She held onto her past
like a Velcro strip,
determined coherence,
it’s all in the rip.
Pull it apart an inch at a time,
a wonder to look at but
not worth your mind.
She held onto her past
like a Velcro strip,
determined coherence,
it’s all in the rip.
Pull it apart an inch at a time,
a wonder to look at but
not worth your mind.
That is a good poem. Thank you.
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Thank you.
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