Age old question Hearts torn Not black and white Grizzly grey Different loves Different reasons Be it soulmate Confidant Source of Escape Intertwined Into One Being Red splattered everywhere Ignore the mess It's not your problem Or is it Doesn't have to be Things have a way of Working themselves out
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In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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Your poem reminded me of that old saying, " good things come to he who waits." Well written.