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Its been a while
Feelings strip themselves bare
contorting in to new combinations
Fighting for the right to manifest
Knots upon knots
Frayed edges
Tangled ends
A noose of confusion
The heart can't see
The head can't think
The body can't feel
The soul can't sense
The mind does not dare to wander
A mire of discombobulation
A clay masterpiece reworked
Gouged out
Pushed down
Flattened
Reshaped
Vacuous holes
sucking at your burrowed finger tips
Your finger prints are all over me
Its been a while since
I washed them off
When was your approval
Ever something I needed?
Turns out always
and the title plays across my mind
Since I saw you
Every brilliant, rapid-fire
Every brilliant, rapid-fire line clicked inside me. How well I know the knots of unresolved hurt that you described with blazing imagination, striking finesse and piercing precision. It's always a thrill to read your high-impact, relatable creations.