a walk through deep hurt becomes
a tapestry of my own weaving -
the needle, freeing
the roses, the horses, the princes, the vines
to fruit their heels and climb tall bruises.
another day to own.
4 Oct 10
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Yes, well, that's life.
Better luck next time.
so mean and rude. glad I'm not married to you.
yes, well, your idea of "marriage" isn't worth a shit.
and i'm very happy not being married to any of you of shamsters.
Yeah, I suppose every dog gets its day. (or is it "bitch" here. not sure)