our love
was a mouth full
of baby teeth
as we grew
it loosened
slowly
fell out
as adulthood
forced it’s way
to the surface
it took growing
to find the truth
behind the enamel
of what love
should truly be
trying
to straighten it out
with metal bands
that only constrict
the natural flow
as we wonder
why it never
seemed to last
until you find
that crooked smile
that completes
your fractured soul
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Love the metaphor
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it’s strange where inspiration comes from and how it manifests.
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I tend to be inspired by singular avenues, you have wide range of inspiration abilities, lol.
Makes you a versatile interesting writer
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let’s hope that translates into sales on the poetry collection.
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Regardless it true
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you rule EC.
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This is beautiful in its entirety. I’m glad you shared this here!
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thank you for reading them. and your kind words.
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