Hypodermic View – March 17, 2021

Doree Grief, life, love, poetry April 28, 2021April 29, 2021 1 Minute

I hold my breath

Until these temples begin to throb

Floating on the surface

Right in front of you

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Published April 28, 2021April 29, 2021

Subbashini Meenakshi Sundaram says:

April 29, 2021 at 8:07 pm

Fantastic

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1. Doree says:
  
  April 29, 2021 at 8:13 pm
  
  Thank you ❤️
  
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Halbarbera says:

May 3, 2021 at 1:58 am

Flying high in an altocumulus sky…

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1. Doree says:
  
  May 3, 2021 at 3:01 pm
  
  Lovely word picture ❤️😊
  
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  1. Halbarbera says:
    
    May 3, 2021 at 3:37 pm
    
    Have to use my Meteorology training somewhere…Thanks
    
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  2. Doree says:
    
    May 3, 2021 at 3:45 pm
    
    I love that, so neat to know that about you!
    
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