At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
hahah – this is so fun
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Isn’t it! Couldn’t resist.
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😊☀️
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LOL! 😀 😀 😀
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Very cute!!!
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Lol.
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Very cheerful, perks one up!
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It does. I love that people have such a sense of humour.
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Love it
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HA HA – got it!
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love in
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edit love it.
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So cute….
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Hilarious
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