Nails nails nails
nails of imagination
grow longer and stronger
only to scratch and bruise,
the arm, the thigh, the heart.
- Uththara -
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What would I spend my time on if I'm not spending it on love? What else would I look for if I no longer look for love? Where would my d... -
Where did the ripples start? Deeper in the heart then poured into art drop by drop to an endless babbling brook as it heavenly, hellis... -
How do I get this boulder off of my chest, my shoulder, This boulder that's daming up the creek yearning to flow ever so freely?
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