Tense – August 12, 2022 Doree Grief, life, love, poetry November 18, 2022November 18, 2022 1 Minute Twirling my hair into knots And swimming through shadows I toss and turn Until my brain melts into Oblivion Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Published by Doree Grief Out Loud. Art. Life View all posts by Doree Published November 18, 2022November 18, 2022
These verses spoke with a sense of tenderness. Even in oblivion, I hope we find such a feeling to bring us back to a better reality. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Getting lost in oblivion is not so bad, sometimes a much needed break from reality. I love your thoughts on this piece. ❤️ LikeLike Reply
Nice, Doree!
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Thanks, Charlie! 🥰
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These verses spoke with a sense of tenderness. Even in oblivion, I hope we find such a feeling to bring us back to a better reality.
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Getting lost in oblivion is not so bad, sometimes a much needed break from reality. I love your thoughts on this piece. ❤️
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