still.
like
the sword of Damocles’
long-lost twin
you
worm your way
into my thoughts.
begone…
and take your
nagging ‘promises’
with you.
still.
like
the sword of Damocles’
long-lost twin
you
worm your way
into my thoughts.
begone…
and take your
nagging ‘promises’
with you.
oh–the hovering threat becomes an unrealized promise. Way cool, Miriam!
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thank you, Susan 🙂
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Atta Girl, Miriam! You tell him! I like the strength and brevity of the piece. Powerful.
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😀 thank you
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