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True. Bold. Wise. Fearless. Thanks for sharing. ~ Preston Byrd


Essentialist and Wannabesaint


"look how shriveled they've become"
she speaks hushed and somber
staring at her withered hands
she doesn't recognize them 

fingers filled with life's warm glow
now pail, unsteady, swollen
digits used to grab life's tail
fiddling with blankets draped upon her

the perfect fit when she was born
her suit stretched and gathered
worn out by time and overuse
she longs for heaven's tailor

a trembling wave she offers
with appendages of little use
she'll hold on tight as best she can
as days keep slipping through


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