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I bleed every inch
Of the words
From my wounds.
Marcella Faye Jul 25
You already done the damage
Than I really wanted to be.
Marcella Faye Jul 18
I've learned to swallow
The pain like it is poison.
Over the heel,
a sock,
fading in color
and shape.

Logan Robertson

As we age it's inevitable. Arriving to the
point of being over the hill is filled with
prayers, mostly giving thanks to making it this far. Best wishes to all.
Nothing can light up
The room
As your heart does.
Marcella Faye Jan 26
I am the lost star
That's finding my way home.
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