I left you standing
By the house
Where
I took your clothes
And made sure
They burned
Letting my own
Fall ragged
Until their seams
Tattered
And frayed
Lost
In a failed American Gothic
Grounded somewhere
On a planet
Far, far away
Oblivion – July 7, 2022
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DoRee MelNic 
Wow! Excellent write, Doree. 👏👏👏
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Thanks, Jeff! Happy you enjoyed it. ☺️
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Wonderful poem and photo!! ❤❤❤❤
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Thank you, Giada! ❤️
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❤🤗❤🤗❤🤗❤
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Really so true said Giada.🤗🌹✌
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Now, THAT’S the quality I was hoping for!
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I am glad you think so, thank you. 😊
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🖤🖤
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❤️
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Great imagery.
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Oh my gosh, thank you ❤️! I don’t know how your comment escaped me!
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Really so true Bridgette.😊✌
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Doree, I can feel the emptiness of life’s crushing void. The verses make the road ahead seem endless indeed.
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It is an endless journey, or so it seems, but in reality all things come to an end. Weird.
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Wonderful post dude☺🤗 Your thoughts are so nice👏
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Why thank you. I am glad you enjoyed ❤️
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It’s my pleasure dude✨😊🤗
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