who closed that door
and left the other behind
to get used to absence
and lonely spaces.
(Posted to midnight snack #3 at Poets United)
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- Kenia Santos
- Sci-Fi geek. Book nerd. Crooked poet. Art enthusiast. Comics dork. Board game buff. Full time thinker. Weekend photographer. Cinephile. Free spirit. Friendly soul. Fat kid.
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So simple. So profound. Nice, tight work, Kenia.
ReplyDeleteClever wording.
ReplyDelete~laurie
Ooh, I can feel that. Very nice writing Kenia.
ReplyDeleteWisely done, love it!
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Such a lot said in so few words, wonderfully done.
ReplyDeleteSo sad this world of reality we must live in. Well done.
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