Her mind is a labyrinth of what-ifs and have-nots. A self-inflicted maze which spirals... Twists... And constricts... Until finally cascading into what she craves and fears most.
Her mind is a labyrinth of what-ifs and have-nots. A self-inflicted maze which spirals... Twists... And constricts... Until finally cascading into what she craves and fears most.
Anonymously Hal 
I know that place.
This poem conjures up music by Dead Can Dance in my head, for whatever reason. Something mid-career for them, circa The Serpent’s Egg.
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Checking them out now!!! 🙂
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Potent and captivating. As always. 🙏❤️🙏
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Thank you! Much appreciated ❤️
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🙏❤️🙏
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This is a clever finish. You’ve left us all hanging!
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Thank you!! I tried 😉
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👍
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You’ll have to let me know if you like them at all. They may be an acquired taste.
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They’re good! They have an 80’s vibe!
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Beautiful Poem Anonymously Hal, you are amazing
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Thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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