I wedge myself into
Your cavernous wallet
A photograph immutable
In a flimsy plastic sheath
A face unburdened by passage
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Proliferate as nicotine stains
I infiltrate every omission
Such is addiction when free
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A perennial smile
That exsanguinates fear
A love that endures gracefully
Even in confinement
You present me to strangers
With a credulous pride
She is mine can you believe it?
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I slept very poorly last night and so unfortunately writing did not come easily at all! I went with something light and cute
mindlovemisery 
For a poet who claims her writing did not come easily, you certainly managed to conceive yet another very well orchestrated piece. I sincerely doubt I could create something this intellectual or entertaining on my good days let alone my bad. Clearly you are an ocean of poetic talent.
You have no idea how much those words mean to me but I disagree you are very talented yourself
Oh, thank you. 😀
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Clever. Love it.
~ Darling
Thank you so much =)
Oh Yves you make yourself sound so incredulous when in fact I know you are a wonderfully intelligent and beautiful woman and person. I can believe it.
Michael you will make me blush with a compliment like that! Thank you so much =)
No worries my friend, say it as I see it.
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A novel concept and magnificent metaphor in pulchritudinous language and tone. Greatly enjoyed – thank you.
Wow Mike that you so much!
Beautiful as usual. The picture you have painted with your words is so lovely and amazing. Thanks for this my friend.
Thank you Samina for your kindness =)
Really clever, you imbue light and cute with such profound intellect my friend!! 🙂 🙂
Oh thank you Helen that is such lovely compliment!
hope you sleep better tonight…
had to look up exsanguinate…wow what a word eh? ha.
the end is cute, the disbelief that someone could be your s
or love you
It is I don’t have enough opportunity to use it lol Thanks Brian
What a lovely ending, wonderful as usual! 😀
Thank you so much =)
If you hadn’t mentioned lightness, I would have remained uncomfortable about being stuffed in a wallet for the sometimes proud display … But I think there is a 5-year old me still in my 89-year old father’s bent leather wallet. Proud to be there.
I meant it more like the later example as a happy thing not as the posturings of criminal dominance
Brilliant!
Thanks Celestine!
Stunning, fun and beautiful as always…it made me smile.
Thank you Oliana =)
I wish I had half your talent
You have immense talent =)
Thank you, my dear:)
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